True Love - Elliott Smith

true love is a rose

behind glass that’s locked to get closed

maybe just to me,

because my soul’s been attacked

and shattered by tought love,

bad love

bought mine off the street

true love man just can’t be beat

i felt so complete

married to heavenly bodies above

and each night i look up at a bright honey moon

it sure seems built to last

even after my honey moon past

i came right after it like a ghost

to the house it once haunted

day after day

i’d steal with my true love away

to some hide out left undisturbed

we could do what we wanted

but i started to feel like a liar-

saying i love you

madly in love and at me there’s no in between

came on and on felt i can’t make a stand

i’m her hired hand

i have to do harm

one day i got sick

she played me a nasty old trick

said i need cigarettes

walked round the block

caught a cab.

stayed gone for too long

my love had gotten so strong

just to try getting back on my own

i had to go to rehab.

all i need is a safe place to bleed

this where it’s at Well half a chance

steps in a dance

life full of combat

now i’m the king of the ward

cause i’m good and i swallow my sword

so the doctor can write his prescription

tranquil as a dove

people that have lost their true love

all seem to fit the same description

i feel cold, useless and old

like a no one

take me home

take me home today

take me out of this place

take me out, do it today