Digging A Hole

I've drunk too much, too long to you
Feel so much older but I'm only 22

She said she was an artist
When I met her on the street
She sleeps right through the afternoon
And throws up on the sheets

She took me to a hotel
Where she watched the evenings end
And cried into her coffee
Swearing she was on the mend

Two tortured souls
Digging a hole when we need to climb
I wish I had your heart instead of mine

I took a night bus down to the park
I climbed over the gate
And then I ran into the dark

He said he was an artist
On his bench under a tree
He said he liked to see the stars
But not on nights like these

Two tortured souls
Digging a hole when we need to climb
I wish I had your heart instead of mine

I've drunk too much to belong to you
I looked to all the people
To help me make it through

And everyone's an artist
And they've all got things to say
They know the words to say it all
But just not what to say

Just as night follows day
Everything alive falls into decay
That's why I wish I had your
Heart instead of mine

Yes, I wish I had your heart
Instead of mine