I look for my keys somewhere buried in the grass.
She's riding her tail lights over the broken glass,
on a highway from nowhere, hell-bent on going back.
Where did she come from? Where do I go?
Each time that I fall, you know it's just another show.
Well, the credits keep on rolling and I'm the last to know.
And it's a long, cold road tonight.
And I'm wandering without a fight.
So tell me, why you want to hurt this way?
Why you want to hurt this way?
Why you want to hurt this way?
Shine it all, don't be ashamed.
Nothing ever stays the same.
Why you want to hurt this way?
Open the screen door, the transistor plays,
an old Springsteen song from my father's glory days.
Bombs in the kitchen, try to hide a swollen face.
The old man's tying one on tight, he looks the other way.
I hold in every word, there's just too much to say.
I've got to rise above this madness before I go insane.
So tell me, why you want to hurt this way?
Why you want to hurt this way?
Why you want to hurt this way?
Shine it all, don't be ashamed.
Nothing ever stays the same.
Why you want to hurt this way?