Sitting here in this dirty bar
   watching the trash go by
   she's selling cigarettes and lollipops
   she's got a sparkle in her black eye
  
   she says 'maybe my time will come'
   maybe my time will come
  
   he said he'd sweep her off her feet
   defying all of gravity
   well she'd move any bright city
   to fill this gaping cavity she says
  
   i'm a slave in this empty life
   diggin' my grave i'm his newspaper wife
  
   well he must have a very small broom
   as she sits in this very large room
   maybe it's just a piece of straw
   she says why am i so in awe
  
   chorus
   i'm a slave to this empty life
   diggin' my grave i'm his newspaper wife
   i'm ashamed of this meaningless life
   diggin' my grave i'm his newspaper wife
  
   she sits across from him
   drinking her coffee
   his face is buried in other people's lievs she says
   'i wonder if he's gonna read forever
   i'm his newspaper wife
  
   repeat chorus