I'm stood here with your ransom and I feel like such a fool
You stand there, gun in hand, with out a scratch on you
I rushed to the bank, and then to the address
I made out from behind your tears in the message you left
I fell for every word you said
I have never been a man
Just a child made of sand
Thrown into this furnace
Until my body turns to glass
I'm digging my own grave as shallow as I am
Cast me into the concrete
And burn our photographs
Scrimshaw covers my bones and teeth
From how your words have cut strait through me
My heart it races as the bottle spins
Hope maybe I might get the chance
For seven minuets in heaven with you
And now I'm the one she's taking upstairs
To talk about it, not ready for what she has to say
Because she’s got 3 words but they're fucking wrong
Honey lets
1.Just
2.Be
3.Friends
I hope you can get good nights sleep now things are out in the open
And if the closure doesn't cut it I'm sure the wine will do the trick
I know how it feels:
So tired feeling like a sinking ship
Retracing every breath
You’re such a mess