Burn away in front of me
The ashes of my misery
I swear sometimes I think this life is killing me
I swear sometimes I think this life is killing me
And I swear it's killing me
All our shattered hopes
And our long dead dreams
The wreckage that we all try to keep
From coming to life
And tearing us apart at the seams
At the seams
Sun bleached bones and withered trees
Slowly rotting just like me
Empty bottles broken glass
My resolve is fading fast
I swear sometimes I think this life is killing me
I swear sometimes I think this life is killing me
I swear it's killing me
All our shattered hopes
And our long dead dreams
The wreckage that we all try to keep
From coming to life
And tearing us apart at the seams
At the seams
I swear sometimes I think this life is killing me
I swear sometimes I think this life is killing me
I swear sometimes I think this life is killing me
I swear sometimes I think this life is killing me
And I swear it's killing me
All our shattered hopes
And our long dead dreams
The wreckage that we all try to keep
From coming to life
And tearing us apart at the seams
And I swear it's killing me
At the seams
All our shattered hopes
And long dead dreams
The wreckage that we all try to keep
From coming to life
And tearing us apart at the seams
I swear sometimes I think this life is killing me
I swear sometimes I think this life is killing me
I swear sometimes I think this life is killing me
I swear it's killing me
This life is killing me!
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Blue canary in the outlet by the lightswitch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul