| My love has gone away
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| Packed up her bags and then boarded that plane
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| And I guess at the time, I figured you’d wait
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| Teary face, leaky breath, a bitter taste
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| Tripped out for six hundred years
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| Who would have thought that I’d make it last year?
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| In a way, it makes sense that I died and reappeared
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| As that fly you’ve been swatting for years
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| Calm down and make him a drink
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| Pretty small town and the gossip repeats
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| She took off her clothes and sat on the bed, next to me
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| My heart is pumping my blood
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| Your heart’s not beating at all
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| In a way, it makes sense that it isn’t
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| It just never was
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| Right now, a sinful exchange
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| Once done, unspeakable shame
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| And I should’ve known where I took the blame
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| The sweat and the shame
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| Fireless flame
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| Please god, don’t take him too
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| Take me, a replicant fool
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| Lost a gear and now, I hardly move
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| He’s a kid, I’m a fool
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| Please son, where is your faith?
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| Take off your bushels, set fire to your pain
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| You will heal like a cut
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| Let it scar, let it scab, let it stain
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| In a while, I promise, you’ll see
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| You’re alive, not the blemish or burns that you keep on your feet
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| I am a towel that is soaked to the core
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| Heavier now than it’s gotten before
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| And something inside of me needs more and more
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| Sooner than later
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| Never no more
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| Sooner than later
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| Never no more |