I packed my bags
everything that i own
and by the time you read these lines, i'll be gone
'cause all these words, they ain't what i mean
they're just some lines that i'm here telling to some machine.
and i owe my soul to the company store
i owe these sheets from the bed that i'm tying into a rope
it cuts a path and throws a shadow and leaves a bruise on my chest where i've held it much too close.
and you flood my heart in such a way
damn thing was hollow before you came
sometimes i think this life is like some kind of trick bouquet
[From: http://www.elyrics.net]
you think there's nothing, then it goes off in your face.
fuck the party. fuck getting it moving. fuck all those good times that we all thought we deserved
i owe my soul to this town
and we've got nothing but a hole since we put our shovels down
and you flood my heart in such a way
this congestion might cause the thing to fail
and you cause a state that the poor thing just can't take
there's no room for blood since you got in the way