That old sign is back again
And I admit my position is open
But all that meaning reprimands
How I am in eighteen pieces of lint
You were all that I was hoping for
Three weeks and three days and I closed that door
For sale: All the parts I rarely use
If my heart is mixed in there is that abuse?
But I really don't like feeling
Like sinks leaking into my burning soul
Let me off easy or we'll never know
Plotting down the basics of a story never to write
Singing to children who will never know fright
Where did those happy memories go?
When will the coroner know?
She keeps whispering in the back of my head
But I know better than she'll ever see yet
I've never known silence
And I'll never win this race
But the place that I'm going Is a much better place