In my haste I squandered a century A childhood gone In my failures I make up for it I found a god in your drawer The pages just like new The pages almost just like skin Break another window Make a fist and then Relax She was gone a little longer than you cared for And you just had to set her straight Didn't you? You make me sick There's nothing you could say to put it back in place The trailer isn't there "The Dance" isn't playing In our haste we murdered a family It all went wrong But in our failures we make up for it