Pollyanna - Firesale lyrics

From the Album: Didn't Feel A Thing Hold a sale and start from scratch Poke through the cinders Your held hand it struck right back Smoke stain on fingers Around your neck you wore the tag Of young, loved and helpless Summoned up the strength for Someone else stray Your firesale comes once a year All tagged for barter The same things are stacked four tiered In order of impotance Debt collector on your back Or how talk says you pay them Summoned up the strength You'd send yourself astray You've left a garden full of hate Just like you said you wouldn't Arms buckle burdned from the weight Of when, why, should and could'ves Your people called a stop to late A red mark tore right through us Perspective charges out the gate I'll put the cord this next bus Her needle arms with hair mola**es The ice queen stares through black Rimmed gla**es