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