stranglin’ same old story

Is there a man that doesn’t hurt
who isn’t ammunition?
Who isn’t the war that the universe
is waging on me, and winning?

Is there a love that burns like blood
that ain’t cold as faded scar tissue?
That ain’t a mistake that plays on repeat
over ev’ry lover since you?

And is there a woman who is a believer
and isn’t in purgatory?
Who ain’t on her knees for a moment’s reprieve
from the stranglin’ same old story