i sang a song to be sung

the last one that is out of this place

is the last one that i won't forget

now crawl from the gutter

and see what you can make of this one

before you talk it out of proportion

nothing lasts forever

nothing will stay where it's at

tell me why haven't you caught on yet

trouble knifes you in pairs of three

come on won't you sing for me

and i can't stop digging this hole

and i won't begin to realize

that i'm just fine

losing mind losing sleep

and me so prone to accident

i'm so prone

watching tears fall on your shirt right before you called it back

watching tears fall in the toilet please take this knife from my back