Lyrics:

You've been, with me A year, to the day Three hundred and sixty five days Watching me decay We used to talk about girls who play guitars We used to talk about plans in tiny bars In the gaps, between words Are the things that really intrigue me It's the gasps, and the sighs That say more about what's inside you We used to climb up on a high horse every time We used to talk about boys with missing spines It's her life and her life is worth living (it's her life) It never struck her to pause for one minute (it's her life) The path, of excess Just led, to boredom You've lived, your life With your mouth, wide open It's her life and her life is worth living (it's her life) It never struck her just to pause for one minute (it's her life) When you lie on my bed and you label me your friend Don't you know how much that hurts? You could pretend and I wouldn't know I could be who you wanted in the dark She goes and she gets drunk She gets off She goes and she gives in She goes and she gets drunk She gets off She goes and she gives in It's her life and her life is worth living (it's her life) It never struck her just to pause for one minute (it's her life) And her life is worth living We used to talk about girls who play guitar We used to talk about girls who play guitar We used to talk about girls who play guitar We used to talk about girls who play guitars