Stay poor and die trying
Take the drugs I didn't take
Lay the horse I didn't lay
'Cause I was too afraid that I might like it
Carry scissors with your teeth
Bury your burdens underneath your lover's skin
Pack a bag and pick a fight
Lead with your left
And leave while your lies still breathe
Wherever you arrive
Pick another fight
And leave the fucking bag behind
You may be wondering
Where all this wandering leads
You're lost, but at least
You've nowhere to be
And no one to leave you
Truth or dare? Are you on fire?
And if so, how do you know?
And if not, do you burn to be?
'Cause I do, when I see you
But you can't see me
And you may be wandering
Driveway to driveway drunk
A ghost without a house to haunt
A last of my feral friends
I know you're lonely
But don't waste your breath telling me
That you want what I have
No one believes you
