I walked out to the street
Said I was going to the store
But we both knew I wasn't brining back
Anything we needed anymore
And as I passed a quiet house
I felt my face turn red
My ears rang silent alarms
As I replayed the words we'd said
And lying on the ground
I saw a stone perfect and round
So I picked it up
I looked into the window
But I just saw my silhouette
And I cursed the glass for bringing back to light
Things I would much rather forget
And I looked down at the stone
Waiting in my hand
And suddenly knew beyond a shadow of a doubt
What it had planned
And so I hurled the stone at last
Light caught the edges of the glass
So I picked it up
The jagged edges pierced my skin
And I laughed all alone
I had absolved all our sins
I saw the sacrificial stone
And I picked it up
