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Licking Up An Excuse
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sweet november She taught me how to take a life without flinching
She broke into my mind and rearranged the parts
That go to my heart
So now I don't care
Sitting at the dinner table with a blank stare
Feet together my hands are on my lap
And I am waiting patiently to ask
"Can I be excused?"
My food has gone cold.
My thoughts are unknown.
My hands are made of stone.
And my body's gone numb.
There's a ticket taker
I'm waiting in a line
One more ride and then it's time to say goodbye
Hold on tight
Something isn't right
Cut a safety cable counting down my time
She stole my soul and she sold it for a fortune
She bottled and capped it even made the label
Now everyone has got the better part of me
I'm dry heaving now cause this pain has got to be
One of the worst feelings, fishes in the sea
Quit with the logic, this pain has got to be
I didn't know a feeling could make you lose your mind
One day you're spinning then the next day you resign
Knowing that never you'll ever get it back
A few more days and then you'll see she's gotten at
Where you hate to see her be
Shadows haunting like the trees
I can't finish this because I'm being distracted
By a piece of shit.
