All I ever wanted was you: I’ll never get to heaven, ‘cause I don’t know how.
Let’s raise a glass or two, to all the things I’ve lost on you, tell me are they lost on you? Just that you could cut me loose, after everything I’ve lost on you, is that lost on you?
My god, these words. Oh, skinny Lucy, the things I lost on you and in the end I don't have you.