I tell my love to wreck it all. Cut the ropes and let me fall. My, my, my. In the morning I'll be with you, but it will be a different kind. Come on skinny love, just last the year. My, my my. Now all your love was wasted? Then who the hell was I? Now I'm breaking at the britches and at the end of all your lines. Who will love you? Who will fight? Who will fall far behind?