On a corner in the rain in a sweater

Lives the vision of the giver as a stranger

It's a prison where the sane are sewn together

Just some puppets left to dust and lead to settle

She's the kind of girl that would move the dead

She'd swoop into a room and leave it deader than a tomb

At a widowers wedding letting the booze do the work

Black hair, black shoes, a short midriff and two tattoos

If looks could kill she'd cry tattered tears

To spend life behind bars in a cell full of mirrors

Tears out of the third eye the word I heard

Was she was forced out of hiding free flying like a bird

Fuck love she thought it sucks what has it got

That I want that I can't get on my own

That I can't rent a home

She was happily apathetic or past the point of no return

She's bone dry spit shine her glit line

With studs and shoddy metal strip knives

Friggin sick and her hips entwined her lips line

A glass sipping shit wine

A minor steel trap ha catch the body ha hit the road

Let the metal hit the metal let it go as the dust settled

And now nothing ever leaves my side

We ride our bikes our curbs jump she rail slides

We fill time up with me and nothing just being

See to me she's something that just gives my life meaning

On a corner in the rain in a sweater

Lives the vision of the giver as a stranger

It's a prison where the sane are sewn together

Just some puppets left to dust and lead to settle

On a corner in the rain in a sweater

Lives the vision of the giver as a stranger

It's a prison where the sane are sewn together

Just some puppets left to dust and lead to settle

I used to take my lunch break and spend time with nothing

Doing nothing so at least we had something to do together

Some would cleverly she never lets on that she's ever loved

And so I took her by the ego and I let her ride the buzz

I battered her with flattery hoping it would work its way

Up her arms and charge her battery

Nothing doing

Well we keep beats with beats that sound purty down dirty

Dusty drums get spit on when we get this shit on

I can see us planning spanning planning landing locked doors

No keystone Copperfield steal a kiss come back for more

She had herself to believe in at least that's what she needed mostly

Ghosts be roaming the night and bumping into one another

So her smothered nothing but loving must have been the trusting factor

She related to me like a stranger like maybe I'm an actor

There's nothing I wouldn't do to give her whole heart with hoping

That the better day comes when someone will get her open

But for now how am I supposed to drown the most deep seeded thoughts

All I'm thinking now is how to get this lost

Sheep stray from flocks we prayed they'd stay together

Nothing ventured nothing gained so a now became a never

On a corner in the rain in a sweater

Lives the vision of the giver as a stranger

It's a prison where the sane are sewn together

Just some puppets left to dust and lead to settle

On a corner in the rain in a sweater

Lives the vision of the giver as a stranger

It's a prison where the sane are sewn together

Just some puppets left to dust and lead to settle