You've got a lot of heart, kid
It's just on the wrong side of the line
You've got a bit of soul too,
It's just hanging by your side
In a basket you rejected at 13
Hoping no one would ever see it
Under the 6 wool blankets
you believed into existence
You stole them from the supermarket
Down the street
Threw them in a bag
of rocks and switchblades
You collected with your friends
And with your hate
It all leads down a sunlit trail
To a point on the clock
where the second hand determines your death,
and if it stops, so do you.
But can you tell me,
Is it worth it?