Candy is quick and she's good at impressions 
She's stacked on the corner, man, she's stacked on the street 
They don't make pills for that kind of depression 
Counting her friends on her hands and her feet 
You let it roll right through your fingertips, babe 
Running as hard and as fast as you could 
Mainlining paint in some place in New Jersey 
Misunderstanding what was misunderstood 
And that's twice as bad as love, oh 
Twice as bad as love, and not that sad 
Twice as bad as love 
Once to be heard, twice to be had 

She imagines herself as a saint or a poet 
Stealing the words from a book that she borrowed
We show her some fuck that she met in the projects 
Yeah, but he made her feel like she belonged 
You let it roll right through your fingertips, Candy 
Got a blast from the skin said it tasted like paint
Stealing her money for ancient prescriptions
Misunderstanding that it's kind of cool to be late
And it's twice as bad as love
Twice as bad as love, but not that sad
Twice as bad as love

Once to be heard, twice to be had
Once to be heard, twice to be had