I packed my bags
everything that i own
and by the time you read these lines, i'll be gone

'cause all these words, they ain't what i mean
they're just some lines that i'm here telling to some machine.
and i owe my soul to the company store

i owe these sheets from the bed that i'm tying into a rope
it cuts a path and throws a shadow and leaves a bruise on my chest where i've
held it much too close.

and you flood my heart in such a way
damn thing was hollow before you came
sometimes i think this life is like some kind of trick bouquet

you think there's nothing, then it goes off in your face.
$#&@ the party. $#&@ getting it moving. $#&@ all those good times that we all
thought we deserved

i owe my soul to this town
and we've got nothing but a hole since we put our shovels down
and you flood my heart in such a way

this congestion might cause the thing to fail
and you cause a state that the poor thing just can't take
there's no room for blood since you got in the way