Aching for You

Chinese food and your sleeping bag
We're born-again losers
It's funny
Honey, you know, this is not so bad
Hanging around, wired for sound
It's funny
And sad and it's true
I'm aching
Aching for you

We carry an island around on our backs
We're born-again vagrants
It's funny
And we ask for nothing wherever we land
Meanwhile, we got nothing
Isn't that something?
It's funny
And sad and it's true
I'm aching
Aching for you

Wailing in the garage
Breaking all the rules
And I don't need you
You know you're truly bizarre
You're changing all the rules
And I don't need you
But I want you bad
We're all I ever had
Love is a needle, goes all the way down
I'm always surprised
It's funny
So shoot me a roll of your best paradise
It's so pretty I just want to die
It's funny
And sad and it's true
I'm aching
Aching for you
It's funny
I'm aching for you