I've spent more time planning My wake than my wedding Only to find that I won't be attending Bride to be, hide and seek out for a future Resign me, the inevitable loser We carried that same weight A burden of past dues Lungs like lifesavers The last thing to hold onto But what keeps you up at nights Not something you can touch I know what you're not feeling, Fellow bankrupt I was born on a common wheel Adorned with coarse clay You've got to take what you've been given And carve the crap away She said it best, confessed to console Those first chapters near captured us sad ba*tards whole As a token, a memoir, a story she wrote I'm loaned a past when I need one retold Scars are scars and that's all they are But so far it's so hard to discharge what I've barred From a hateful heart I was born on a common wheel Adorned with coarse clay You've got to take what you've been given And carve that crap away Didn't want it anyway I've spent more time planning My wake than my wedding We all hate your band So let's all stop pretending! Stick to routine, make your men like machines I believe it to be, obscene in the least If that's the least you can be I was born on a common wheel Adorned with coarse clay You've got to take what you've been given And carve that crap away Didn't want it anyway You've got to take what you've been given And carve away