King of You

Where's the bone, where's the sack?

Where's these things of mine?

Pack them up, put them out

Coz there's not much time

Oh, I didn't know

That you had feelings, too

Oh, I never thought

That I was king of you

Where's the shame in my case

As I've fallen down?

To the drug, to the floor

In an eager pout

Oh, I didn't know

How alone you'd be

And I never knew

How much I'd have to need