Quit into the cold ripped your overcoat
I stop for you I stitch your old wounds
Terribly alone, maybe overblown
What can I do? I stitch your old wounds
Every breath taken in
Living proof
That your stasis came and went
Came again
Wallet growing mold
Day to day your doled woes
Sleep through the blues
I stitch your old wounds
Let me out before I cause some trouble
All I do is throw rocks at the rubble
Every breath taken in
Living rooms where we sit and say nothin
Try again
Can it bloom when it's sown in wet cement
Try again
I don't want to be a slave to
Work that doesn't pay when I don't learn a thing
Spent my fortune for a brain
Diploma's pretty great but
Doesn't mean a thing