We can’t pretend
That we’re not mistakes
So accept the truth
That we’re not meant to be Hold my hand
While you break my neck
I’ll cut your wrists
And we’ll start over again
Sniper killed the doctor
That was gonna kill me The police killed the gunman
While he was trying to flee
I wish I was the bullet
That careened through his skull
Cause then I would know if He was right or wrong
Turn my bones into sand
And make concrete
To fill up the land
Beneath my feet
And when we’re gone
We’ll leave no trace
No part will remain
In this landscape
I wake up on the shore
Of a shallow inland sea
And there I lie
Until someone remembers me Turn my bones into sand
And make concrete
To fill up the land
Beneath my feet
And when we’re gone
We’ll leave no trace
No part will remain
In this landscape