Can I write my lies fast enough for you to believe
Can you break my heart soon enough for me to grieve
Just another sun that sets far to fast
Just another shovel digging up the past

Your words are to sharp
The slice between skin
My bones are broken
And my skin far to thin

Things thrown to break windows
Trying to hide before it snows

Out a window
Just a few stories
Down the steps
Tripping on threats

Left foot
Right foot
Walking on coals

Left hand
Right hands
Against the wall

Bodies writhing like snakes
Just one simple mistake