Текст песни If I Were Going - The Afghan Whigs

What should I tell her?
She's going to ask
If I ignore it
It gets uncomfortable
She'll want to argue about the past
Still I think she believes me
Every word I say
I think I'm starting to believe it all myself
Go ask the gentlemen
Who play it but hate to pay
And it don't bleed
And it don't breathe
It's locked its jaws
And now it's swallowing
It's in our heart
It's in our heads
It's in our love, baby
It's in our bed
It holds my arms down
Sits upon my chest
Waves its finger at me
Every night and day
And it don't rest
And it don't breathe
And it don't bleed
It's locked its jaws
And now it's swallowing
It's all a lie
It's nearly dead
It's in our hope, baby
It's in our bed