From the Album: Didn't Feel A Thing
Hold a sale and start from scratch
Poke through the cinders
Your held hand it struck right back
Smoke stain on fingers
Around your neck you wore the tag
Of young, loved and helpless
Summoned up the strength for
Someone else stray
Your firesale comes once a year
All tagged for barter
The same things are stacked four tiered
In order of impotance
Debt collector on your back
Or how talk says you pay them
Summoned up the strength
You'd send yourself astray
You've left a garden full of hate
Just like you said you wouldn't
Arms buckle burdned from the weight
Of when, why, should and could'ves
Your people called a stop to late
A red mark tore right through us
Perspective charges out the gate
I'll put the cord this next bus
Her needle arms with hair mola**es
The ice queen stares through black
Rimmed gla**es