'''"True Love"''' is the name of an unreleased song played by the late [[Elliott Smith]] in the last years of his life at live shows. The lyrics are extremely grim. They deal with buying [[drugs]] off the street and graphically paint a picture of his desire to leave [[rehab]].
== Lyrics ==
True love is a rose that, I guess,
Is locked to get closed
Maybe just to me
My heart’s been attacked
Shattered by tough love, bad love
I bought mine off the street
True love, man, just can’t be beat
I felt so complete
Married to heaven, angels above
And each night I look up
At a bright honey moon
Cause it sure seemed built to last
Even after my honey moon past
I kept right on at midnight
Like a ghost
To the house it once haunted
Day after day
I’d steal with my true love away
To some hide out we left undisturbed
We could do what we wanted
But I started to feel like a liar
Saying, "I love you"
Madly in love or mad me
There’s no in between
It comes on and on
I found I can’t make a stand
I’m her hired hand
I have to do harm
One day I got sick
She played me a nasty old trick
Said, "I need cigarettes"
Walked round the block
Caught a cab
Stayed gone for too long
My love had gotten too strong
Just to try to getting back on my own
I had to go to rehab
All I need is a safe place to breathe
Is this where it’s at?
Half of no chance
Steps in a dance
Your life’s just a combat
Now I’m the king of the ward
Cause I’m good and I swallow my sword
Puke it up
For the doctor to write a new prescription
Tranquil as a dove
People that have lost their true love
All seem to fit the same description
I feel cold, useless and old
Wish I was no one
Take me home
Take me home today
Take me out of this place
Take me out, do it today
== External links ==
[http://www.sweetadeline.net/?page_id=227 Partially correct lyrics at SweetAdeline.net]
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