Don't, don't even try Try to lick the hand of my open wound When you know that I will find out soon I feel like I'm back at school When you look at me so helplessly But you're as guilty as a charge could be There was something amiss when I met you By the side of the house when I caught you The devil's punch throbbing at my side You take me on an oxbow lake now You float upstream when I go down Nothing seems to coincide So let it die, let it die, let it die No, not any way Wax syllables on an open fire Won't melt the heart of my broken parts I mean, did it have to be me? Or is this the crux of a thought out fix Where words hurt harder than stones or sticks? There was something amiss when I met you By the side of the house when I caught you The devil's punch throbbing at my side You take me on an oxbow lake now You float upstream when I go down Nothing seems to coincide So let it die, let it die, let it die Don't let go