She said: something's wrong but I don't know what,
But I guess we all know by now.
That this shit parade of mistakes I've made
Put paid to the wise and house.
And I know you cried on the two hour drive
After the rains have passed
For these burning holes in our mortal souls
A fire is spreading fast.
And I will not back down
From this creep and crawl
To be driving on from when the darkness calls.
So if you go to speak and there's nothing left
I will cradle you until your final breath.