87 Nights - Diane

Oh you talk about love
But you play it so fast
See words have no meaning
When the shit never lasts
You got me out of my mind
But in my own head
Whatever we had girl
Oh you rip it to shreds

Diane
Diane
Diane

You talk about time
Like I'm working for free
Don't know what's in your head girl
But I know it ain't me
Eight days a week cigarettes & gas
Every single night feels like the past
It's cause I'm working so hard
Too full of shit to pass

Diane
Diane
Diane
Diane
Diane
For making me less of a man I was before

Your precious change
Instead of hitting the wind
Or making me less of a man I was before
How can you be so blind
Look me straight in the eye
And tell me that you stayed home Friday night

Diane
Diane
Diane
Diane
Oh, Diane
Diane
For making me less of a man I was before