Woorden:
Scrap

You've been my golden best friend Now with post-demise at hand Can't go to you for consolation 'Cause we're off limits during this transition This grief

Don't you try to stop us now I just refuse Don't you try to stop us now 'Cause I just won't let you Sometimes I feel like The world is on top of me Breaking

My misery has enjoyed company And although I have ached, I don't threaten anybody Sometimes I feel more bigness than I've shared with you Sometimes I

withholding Be that my cue to crave you Several times in several ways I'll try to squeeze love from you Several hours and several ways I'll feast on scraps

Entertain me for the tenth hour in a row again Anesthetize me with your gossip and many random anecdotes And fill every hour with activity or ear candy

including the light, much never mattered and nothing was right." i let go and got trapped this is just scrap. this is just scrap metal on the intersection

I met a skinhead named Scrap He lived in my friend?s garage Everyday he?s shaking that spray paint can And comes out seeing stars Grab a paper bag like

you fed softly on my soul. One by one burn memories, scour them from my mind. I offer up photos to feed the flames. You clothed me in your finest rags of fear. Throw me scraps

way Deserters are legions, Digging their graves Lay down, close your eyes Sprawl in your insane certainty You ain't pleading anyone's cause A few scraps