Nobody Love, Nobody Gets Hurt

She was all alone at half-past four

At an all-night small-town convenience store

When he walked in and locked the door behind him.

She ducked down behind the counter

He said "Get up, I know you're down there

I got a gun. Just hold on, I'll find it."

He fumbled through the pockets of his faded denim jacket

Handed her a note and said, "You'd better do exactly what it says..."

And she read:

"Nobody love, and nobody gets hurt."

She looked at him with a nervous grin

She pointed to that word

He said "What the hell? I can't spell

But you know what I meant."

She said "Yeah,

But that ain't what you said."

She said "I don't think you wanna do this

Sounds to me like there's more to it."

He said "Spare your views on my abusive childhood.

Cause the last time I saw my old man

Was in a photograph in our garbage can

He never gave a damn, so tell me why I should.

And you don't know the half of all the demons that I've battled

You ain't gonna save me with your mindless psychobabble

I'm damaged goods."

"Nobody love, and nobody gets hurt."

And as he walked away in the pouring rain

She still could hear that word

He said "What the hell? I can't spell

But you know what I meant."

She said "Yeah,

But that ain't what you said."

She said "Yeah,

But that ain't what you said."