Pulp-Born To Cry


That coat that I gave you,

All shiny and black

I'm sorry my darling,

But I'm taking it back



I don't want to spoil the party,

But I've got to go home

You can stay if you want to

If you want to sleep alone



Some are born to greatness,

Some are born to die

Never knowing the difference

Never knowing why

Some are born to change the world

Some never even try

But darling, you and I: We were born to cry

Black has become your favourite colour

Because of all the things it can conceal,

And as we lie here together

I know exactly how you feel





It's time for me to leave this party,

But I've just got to ask you first

If you're only trying to make things better,

How come they always turn out worse?