Ryan Adams - Twice As Bad As Love

Candy is quick and she's good at impressions
She's stacked on the corner, man, she's stacked on the street
They don't make pills for that kind of depression
Counting her friends on her hands and her feet
You let it roll right through your fingertips, babe
Running as hard and as fast as you could
Mainlining paint in some place in New Jersey
Misunderstanding what was misunderstood
And that's twice as bad as love, oh
Twice as bad as love, and not that sad
Twice as bad as love
Once to be heard, twice to be had

She imagines herself as a saint or a poet
Stealing the words from a book that she borrowed
We show her some fuck that she met in the projects
Yeah, but he made her feel like she belonged
You let it roll right through your fingertips, Candy
Got a blast from the skin said it tasted like paint
Stealing her money for ancient prescriptions
Misunderstanding that it's kind of cool to be late
And it's twice as bad as love
Twice as bad as love, but not that sad
Twice as bad as love

Once to be heard, twice to be had
Once to be heard, twice to be had