She's a blank page, with a coffee stain, in a typewriter, nobody knows her name
She's a house cat, on a dusty doormat, in a ghost town, never looking back

I hope this was all worth it, darling
It's nice to hear you're broken-hearted
If I turn the other cheek, can I look to you and say:

Hit me sweetly with the truth tonight
I know everything's going to be alright

She's a stained glass, piece of window, pain, where she waits all day for the light to change
She's a sitcom, with some kids in tow, in a suburb, where the drama shows

I hope this was all worth it, darling
It's nice to hear you're broken-hearted
If I turn the other cheek, can I look to you and say:

Hit me sweetly with the truth tonight
I know everything's going to be alright

(It's coming back around)

She's a violin, wearing sun-kissed skin, on a summer night, soaked in cigarettes and gin
She's a blackbird, dressed in silver wings, on the west coast, no one lets her sing

I hope this was all worth it, darling
It's great to hear you're broken-hearted
If I turn the other cheek, can I look to you and say:

Hit me sweetly with the truth tonight
I know everything's going to be alright

Life will give you time, but life will steal your youth
Life will cut you up, and life will gut you with the truth