there is a place in my heart
where the engine runs and the starter stops
and the oil sputters black enough to avoid the cops

there's a place in my mind
where the memories wade
in the pool of the time that I would have strayed

where liquor pours and memories fade
there's a place in my **** where I would have stayed

There's a place in my toes where the empathy grows
and the root ruthlessly anchors me and slows

There's a place in my hands where I hold a knife
where I cut things out of me that **** my life.

I know of a part of me the doesn't show
It's the part of me that men like you will never know.