I've been one-eyed running through these weeks
Drowning my head trying to the flood these memory banks
Honey, your portraits been hanging in the back of my eyes
But my nails aren't sharp enough to takWe were all marked: "return to sender"
In bubble wrapped basements
Denim patchwork hearts
Studded engagement rings
Stick-and-proke prose
We're all just candles in the wind
Kamikaze pirates burning at both ends
Stumbling in the darkness
Searching for a purpose
Driving into traffic
Blackout automatic
I just want to lick my wounds tonight
Or just let them bleed
I will never make you proude them out
But my nails aren't sharp enough to take them out
I'll give my eyes to the sun if it keeps the curtains drawn forever
I think I'd rather go blind than see that you're doing better
You were a pretty coffin