I confess, I confess
I’m  the one who made this mess
but the ferns were strangling me
 made a path from the door
 found these bandages and thought
how could you live in here?
 told you that the pains might go but this is not the end I know
And I‘m wishing I could see
how the bandages could be abandoned on the lawn
with the birds pulling all the threads around and torn in two
I’ll throw them out, throw them out
 raise your government amount
So you won’t storm the stairs
Cause you will fight, you will fight
see your bruises in the light
and red stains on our lawn
They told you that the pains might go but this is not the end I know
and I‘m wishing I could see
how the bandages could be abandoned on the lawn
with the birds pulling all the threads around and torn in two
They told you that the pains might go but this is not the end I know
and I‘m wishing I could see
how the bandages could be abandoned on the lawn
with the birds pulling all the threads around and torn in two