Текст песни I Hate Sex A Certain Kind of Luck

He waved but I swear he was sitting dead in his truck, and I’m smoking what’s left of this pipe-dream.
I’m envious of everyone with a front seat.

Today I wish you saw me
I just fucking wish you saw me

One for Sorrow
Two for Joy
Three for Love
Four if I die
Five for heaven
Six for hell
Seven for reminiscing on the love my heart is missing