Elephant Gun

In the crystal tide when you sucked my thumb And the telephone chimes before the sun Trumpets loud as an elephant gun Tell me am I still your number one? And it hurts me now to write this song Is anybody right and is anybody wrong? I plugged the hole and staid the flow If the cut ain't clean then the shoot don't grow Ageing, lonely, better off dead The body don't move but the heart don't rest And as for the head, well it's still depressed Did I hold you down? Did I try my best? And you wouldn't believe how low I've sunk I didn't get burnt and I didn't get drunk Something in my heart just dried right up Blood don't spill from a frozen cup Now I don't cry I just kind of leak I should've just stayed in bed that week Should've cut my arm or starved myself I'm so sick of performing for someone else