I leave you here, beside my aching
Pain that's not real, just a token
These plaster walls are surly breaking
Star-like skies are becoming comfortably naked
Doing cartwheels into the abyss
Bloody scrapes on my skin I'll never miss
I leave you here, beside my aching
Crippled right from the start
Should I be thankful for the time that you put down
Pain that's not real, just a token
Sixpack and rugrat in store
I'm still standing here ready to break down
Doing cartwheels into the abyss
Bloody scrapes on my skin I'll never miss
I'm coming up
On my way down here, tell me that you owe me
Don't covet, loose, we're gonna kick in stakes
We are through, but I'll still remember