My shoes are still wet from this mornin'
From when I left you standin' in the rain.
You told me to never show my face again,
Well it's a shame that I can't change.

If I could I'd take me a scalpel,
I'd carve my face anew,
But chances are you'd still know me,
By the mud on my shoes.

I know I was born to love,
But that right now's a curse.
For a devil possessed my feet,
It makes me wander Gods green Earth.

Only one way you could keep me 'round,
cut em' off; let my soul spill on the floor.
You could sweep it up into a jar
and hold me as I grow cold.

But we both know I'm better as a memory,
So turn your back and let me go.
Just keep a piece of me in your pocket,
So you remember that I'm not a ghost.

So while my bones shake up on this mountain,
It's yours that I'd rather hold.
So I'll take your rib cage with me,
To feel the echos of your warmth.

And I know that made you hollow,
I'm so **** sorry for what I've done.
I'll chew the calluses off my fingers,
So this song won't never be sung.