Don't tell me where you've been   'cause I know just where you've been   The truths you tell are few and far between   Nodding off in front of me does not provoke my sympathy   You better get yourself a new line   'cause that shit just ain't worth selling      And it goes...      Pain, pain, wash away   It hurts so much to watch you play   Dream, dream, stay with me   Tell me another story      Don't think I'm taken in   I don't think it's turning out the way you planned it   I'm not yours to plan with   And I pray for the rain, maybe   And I pray for the rain -   To wash you far away