Coward

Me, a no-good middling coward

I, oh me, oh my

You, an all-too-true power

Of the cynic in my life

Wouldn't it be nice?

Tear it from the hands of time

Whose very structure binds

The words with which we can define

You, an empty booth

Reminder of a grotesque loss of youth

Me, afraid to bury

My friend, we, a broken family

Wouldn't it be nice?

Tear it from the hands of time

Whose very structure binds

Dull knife twisting inside

Daylight fading (Stop gap)

Jerry rig my fucking heart again

Dull knife twisting inside

Daylight fading (Stop gap)

Jerry rig my fucking heart again (Stop gap)

Jerry rig my fucking heart again (Stop gap)

Jerry rig my fucking heart again (Stop gap)

Keep the burial dirt