The shambled emotions on the side walk
Singing songs with our eyes cause we’re dirt poor
And talk is cheap but I guess yours is free
And you never leave when you’re next to me
And I can’t help but push you away from here
Tearing paper skin with crocodile tears
Try and leave a mark, leave a scar
But it’s wearing thin, I bruise hard
The casualties of history
Oh treat me like you don’t know me
And if I die do not mourn me
Yeah if I am dying don’t resuscitate me