So a red paper bag broke my heart today 
No one knows that it came form your hands 
The blood is still perched by the third letter form the right 
The red paper bag has been tucked away 
Safe from supply and demand but if 
I dare delight in its beauty 
I might just keep dying again and again 
So the red paper bag tries to call to me 
As I tear drowns an ant on the floor 
I suppose it is worse to indulge in a curse than to fight 
But I'm just abot dead from this tradgedy 
Or am I she says with a grin 
I find out what its worth just by finding out how much it hurts 
And the state 
I'm in. I'll just pu the two corners together 
My soul plays a grave for the night 
As I bury my head in the pillows he says 
Perhaps in another life.