Tragically, fate frowned upon me
on the day she found my diary
The vulgar contents of my head, far too filthy to forgive

Oh, I'm so sorry
That I'm not still sorry

In my middle-age of discovery
Every mistake's a luxury
Now I'm with you without you
I'm with you without you

Famously, fate left me for dead
with two daggered-eyes in a stranger's bed
It was the violence I needed
Only blinded could I see it

In my middle-age of discovery
Every mistake's a luxury
So don't ask me where I've been
I'm home, and you and your cat got my tongue again

This is life with an asterisk
This is life now, I'm so sorry about the mess
I don't have a thing to wear
You can't take me anywhere
But I'm with you without you
I'm with you without you