Every wasted day I wear like a chain around my neck.
I measured life with coffee spoons, but I spilled it on the deck.
And looking out my window, I see the world is a fucking wreck.
I'd sooner die than deal with you people,
so I guess I'll go back to bed.
She does her best to hold two jobs and barely keeps the children fed.
And she's the first to feel it when he chases the white dragon into red.
But he says if she calls the cops, he's gonna fill her up with lead.
The day is all bruises and tears,
but in the night they go back to bed.
'Cause the world ain't all it was meant to be.
That connection that we all seek, well it's only vanity.
And I fear all the shadows in hearts I cannot see.
And I need to know, is this all that's left for me?
A widow flips through photographs and tries to spark something in her head.
But after all these years have passed, she just can't find the tears that she once shed.
And though she hates herself for it,
she's more alive now that he is dead.
After all the love that she'd invested,
he just went back to bed.
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