The Lowest Bitter

	Are you looking for magic
	On the back of a pack of matches?
	It seems like we're trying to prove
	That everything we pursue, we lose.
	All you scorned lovers:
	Are you burnt so bad,
	Your lips are covered
	In black blood and scabs?
	We seem to need some way
	To vanish all these stains.
	Take the trigger from the lowest bitter.
	Take the bargain back again.
	Are you covered in scratches
	From them hacking you with their hatchets?
	Are you chasing a trail of crumbs
	And you can't recall where they came from?
	They've come to
	Steal your old self
	And rent back what they stole.
	They fatten you up
	And swallow you whole.
	And then they
	Charge you for the pleasure
	Of making you plain.
	When you're finally getting something,
	It's only the blame.
	If you let bitterness
	Get in your home,
	Get in your chest,
	It gets into your bones.
	We've been bought
	And we've been sold,
	They try but they can't keep hold.
	We burn, but we don't turn to coal.
	We're hills all filled with gas and gold.
	Take the trigger from the lowest bitter.
	Take the bargain back again.
	Take it back!