Sweep up the debris from the back streets in my skull
There you can see the cracks in my foundation & how they got there
Bricks that shifted under the weight of my remorse
And windows shattered under the pressure of this guilt
Shingles blowing in the cold winds of rotting grief
I scraped up metal and dug it into my arm
Just to feel the warmth of thick blood on my skin
Then I threw it back all dented and crimson stained
And it stays under the dust of my regret
Love that dug its claws into my veins
I buried it in the dirt but it never disintegrated
It comes alive in my sleep most nights
And you might find its ashes in the alleys
But I just thought, hey maybe, if you lift the mess from this place
I can feel the sun penetrating the small spaces between these wearing bones
Sweep up the debris from the back streets in my skull
I'll lay in your bed all day and we'll work on finding a place for it all