two girls lay on a bed,

one is not more beautiful than the other,

can't recall just what they said,

i know it's something other than another,

coffee cups and cigarettes a quilt that does cover them,

grandmother, grandmother.

it's not my fault,

it's gone too far it's not my fault.

a heart of gold a grain of sand,

i have received all that you've sent this fall, in letters i don't understand,

the money's gone cause i have spent it all,

it all.

it's not my fault,

it's gone too far,

it's not my fault.

let me in, i'm your friend,

shake my hand shave my head.

a girl was laying on my bed,

she was beautiful but now she's gone,

she's gone, she's gone, she's gone.