It's all coming out now,
oh no, what have I done?
I spun my car out now,
oh no, what have I done?

I started a fire,
I got out of a hole, you know.
I lost my head, so,
I lost you too, you know.
I'm not a liar, I'm not Edgar Allen Poe.

I lost my heart though.
I lost you too, you know.
Wreckers anyway, just skin and bones,
good hair and good clothes.
That's how it goes,
we've got sweet little toes.

I'd like to retire,
so I can go back to sleep.
These demons are killing me,
they're killing me quietly.
My love is expired,
and so are my brains, you know.
I still got a soul though,
oh, my soul it's got me [?].
Wreckers anyway, just skin and bones,
good hair and clothes.
And that's how it goes,
we've got sweet littles toes.

I don't care enough anyway.
I sin and throw stones when no one knows.
That's how it goes,
I've got mean little toes.

by Anahy*