You put on your raincoat   ?Cause it looks like it just might today   You grab your keys, you?re out the door   Before you know where you?re going      If blame, as they say, is for God and little kids   Then you?re deserving of praise or a slap on the wrist   ?Cause you can?t help but blame yourself   For your long face      Not a day passes that you don?t fold your hands   And ask St. Francis to find the lust for life   That you lost when she left with your tongue   Your last breath      She?s a thief with an eye for nice things      Not a day passes that you don?t close your eyes   And ask St. Francis to find the love of your life   That you lost when she left, you dumb fuck   Your life?s a mess without her      To tell you what to say or when to breathe   Or what you?ll need where you?re going