All my days are lightning
Still dont need a friend, Im left to move
Picture spread still frightening
I burn those sticks alone
Its not my home
I feel her hand upon my leg
Am I still or am I true?
The words no longer feed my head
A cat would never mess my bed
Bold as thrills are sometimes
You cant bleed every day, Im packed away
Cold as he will tell you
My sign is what I say
And I cant say
The father came, hit and run
We never knew where he came from
The father came, hit and run
We never knew just what hed done
Im left undone