Twice As Bad As Love

Candy is quick and she's good at impressions

She's stacked on the corner, man, she's stacked on the street

They don't make pills for that kind of depression

Counting her friends on her hands and her feet

You let it roll right through your fingertips, babe

Running as hard and as fast as you could

Mainlining paint in some place in New Jersey

Misunderstanding what was misunderstood

And that's twice as bad as love, oh

Twice as bad as love, and not that sad

Twice as bad as love

Once to be heard, twice to be had

She imagines herself as a saint or a poet

Stealing the words from a book that she borrowed

We show her some fuck that she met in the projects

Yeah, but he made her feel like she belonged

You let it roll right through your fingertips, Candy

Got a blast from the skin said it tasted like paint

Stealing her money for ancient prescriptions

Misunderstanding that it's kind of cool to be late

And it's twice as bad as love

Twice as bad as love, but not that sad

Twice as bad as love

Once to be heard, twice to be had

Once to be heard, twice to be had