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out of the wreckage that I do

I scrape my knees, I scrape my hands until they bleed

wash your face, dry your eyes, you've been waiting a long long time

southbound buses, Peter Pan, they left it up to us again

up and down my spine go shock waves now, tumbling heels over head

out pops the cracker, smacks you in the head; knifes you in the neck, kicks you in the teeth

this town is crazy; nobody cares

twine your vines around me, drop your branches in my path

like the spider spins its rings between the trees

I know I can't take one more step towards you, 'cos all that's waiting is regret

it's part of the noise when winter comes, it reverberates in my lungs

was it nothing but anecdote that you can tell now and then?

there was fire, there was death, there was lying on your breath