I know you don't like "I'm sorry"
'cause once no one said it to you
just like you don't like holidays
and you can disappear in a room
just like what family means to you
it's a burn mark 40 years wide
but we are all somehow deserted
all somewhere left behind.
You stare too long at that package
you won't get to the gift inside
funny how life makes a wound
and then makes it your ally
hold on to me like a scar on your side
like family: calloused but kind
we are all somehow deserted
all somewhere left behind
Real armor is it not shiny and bright
it's dark and it hits back hard
and love it is one long lesson
in where to let down your guard
I'll go you story for story
of games that hit your head on the floor
your hard luck guardian heroes
you don't need them so much anymore
I used to think that's what muscles are for
to close all the drawers
and keep them that way
we're all somehow deserted
somewhere left behind
but where they leave us
we don't have to stay
we're all somehow deserted
somewhere left behind
where they leave us
we don't have to stay.
