And you never come home anymore, like you were supposed tonEvery cell in your bones is the same as your heartnnEveryday, there is danger and stressnAn incongruous mess that you’re living innYou’ve turned into itnIt’s swimming through you veins from your heart to your brainnYou’ve turned into itnnIt’s the world’s worst birthday giftnnA fifties film shows the evil man’s facenAs he claws and he scrapes at your memoriesnThere’s no memorynAnd the film is so old that the projector is ripping your historynnIt’s the world’s worst birthday giftnnBut you never come home anymore, like you were supposed tonEvery cell in your bones is the same as your heartnIt’s the world’s worst birthday gift you know that you’ll never have use for itnBut it’s smaller that our eyes can see, just like the starsnnHey, that’s where it endsn
Oh how much will it takenI will sit in the stirrups, my legs clenched so tight that they achenWere you begging for clothes on your knees by fiery swords at the gatesnEven in eden the evil snuck in with the snakennThat’s where it endsnnA broken cheek you received ‘cause you fell from your personal hell in your birthday suitnAnd it’s kill you like a straw that could crack the proverbial back, and it fell on younnIt’s the world’s worst birthday giftnnBut you never come home anymore, like you were supposed tonEvery cell in your bones is the same as your heartnIt’s the world’s worst birthday gift you know that you’ll never get used to itnBut it’s smaller that our eyes can see, just like the stars