There are many sides to James
Maybe leave him be today
And if you're back again you'll see
He'll light the room up then
We so rarely know these days
What makes or breaks a day for James
Collecting all his dollar bills
He's headed out to buy the pills

Pills are on the counter
Blood is on the bed
Jimmy can't remember
Anything he did
We don't really blame him
Because he never really knew
We don't really blame him

There are many sides to James
Now we're driving to his place
Trading memories
A brother, lover, sister and a melody

James could be a charmer
James could be a wallflower
Waxing on poetic
Or hiding in the attic
We never really questioned him
Because we never really knew
We never really questioned him

Every morning he would kiss my face
Hold me like a child, like a tortured saint
Bring me flowers just to watch them die
Wilting on the table just to pass the time
I was told I was his only man, no one could know

In the evening when the shadows turn
Milking out the misery and then we'd burn
Caught him crying in the car again
Doing what he could just to lay his head

"Take me somewhere where a man can die"