The sidewalks that I'm spitting on
are littered with memories
and glittered with the broken glass
that has shattered to your name

Can't stop what's come to pass
this chance up it's my last
what's right, I couldn't say that I still love you

Everytime you touch the flesh of my stomach
that's turning in circles in time
with the dying beat of my dying heart
in my hollow chest
through your hollow yard
and do songs of mine whisper sounds of truth?
I feel callous and quasi-suicidal.

does your candlestick burn
with the man who sticks hope
in his heart that sways
from a tree by this rope?