I drank the poison

You took the pills

It didn’t get us anywhere

We called the help line

To confess our crimes

There wasn’t anybody there



Like the self-portrait of Vincent Van Gogh

Like a traveler in the rain

Like a mother finally letting go

We learn to live with pain



I know why you hurt me

I know why I let you

The more you hurt me

The more I can feel you

It’s strange, so strange

This pain, this pain that I love



The fortune tellers

They forge the future

They never give you the bad news

So I went under cover

I saw your lover

But I’m still here with you



Like the self-portrait of Vincent Van Gogh

Like a traveler in the rain

Like a mother finally letting go

We learn to live with pain



I know why you hurt me

I know why I let you

The more you hurt me

The more I can feel you

It’s strange, so strange

This pain, this pain that I love

That I love



I know why you hurt me

I know why I let you

The more you hurt me

The closer I get to you

It’s strange, so strange

This pain, this pain that I love

That I love