Primeiro o poema. Depois tudo o resto.

You always sleep with your clothes at the foot of the bed
Waiting for someone to wake you back up then you're gone again
Always knew you were a runner but I never thought you'd run
Run right back out to the street to yell
I don't know why I'm so angry but I'll try not to be
Catching a cab in the cold with you thinking I musta' gotten lazy
Me and this whole God damn city
Ain't that the way it always goes?
You hate what you love when it loves you the most
You always told me that someday you'd tear me apart
I didn't think I believed you, well I guess that I did
Always knew you were a winner but I never thought you'd win
Didn't even know we were playing
So run right back out to the street to yell
I don't know why I'm so angry but I'll try not to be
Catching a cab in the cold with you thinking I musta gotten lazy
Me and this whole God damn city
Ain't that the way it always goes?
You hate what you love when it loves you the most
Ain't that the way it always goes?
You hate what you love if it loved you first 

For Love . Boniface