Come downstairs
Your dad won't be there
Drive by her house
Emptied out the back
All the times you ran your mouth
Now suddenly you're quiet
The broken yellow lines
Swallowed by the headlights
Done pushing around
Talking behind (y)our back
Dug up the ground
Asked you to lay down
No other sound
Asked you to lay down
Whatever it was, whatever I've done
I swear I take it all back
When it was done, when it was done
It never really went back
Showed up early for the train
Jerking into motion
And you jumped across the cars
Rushing towards the back
And you can't work it out
On your own
And now you've got to work so hard
To stay in the same place
The engine and the iron rails
Will win it either way
All that's left behind
Its only saving grace
There's nothing close enough to tell
Just how fast you really go
Take the early evening flight
Packed your bags so long ago
You don't know if you got it right
What you need and what you left behind
How bad is it?
How bad can it get?
You wash your hands
In holy water
They're stained with blood
Done with digging holes
To just burry your shovel
Done with tying rope
So high that you can't reach it
How bad is it?
How bad can it get?

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