is there any hope for a bitch like me? always walkin around with my head at my feet
the insects are gone, there’s nothing left to eat
sure is lonely when you’re accepting defeat.

do you ever wander about how it would sound
when you land at someones feet
and your head spits the ground

my littler reminders that you were here
where ever you please
your clothes are still here
where they dropped to your feet
this empty hole between my ears
it’s panging around, it has nothing to fear
i have no choice but to sit front row
and enjoy the show

it’s all dried up, for now atleast
untill i see the sounds of your very own masterpiece
so beautifully orchestrated
it was our symphony

the time turns back and i’m in my seat
tick tick ticking my beat
its never been heard, the sound of my own
so here it goes, lemme know whatcha think

i’ll dram my feet for as long as i want
in awe of our little stunt
what would it sound like when the chairs kicked out
hanging and swaying so freely
don’t you see, you and me?

so maybe its time, it always comes
to wonder and ponder on what went wrong
somethings chewing at me
it’s shaped like a rat, now here come the nats.

a child in the dark, emerges free
but this time, she doesn’t want to see
she tries to rewind on that great find
you’ll always be a friend of mine
i dug this hole you see, its big enough
for just you and me.