There's blood in the sink
And he's plunging his wrists in
A hangover halo is washing away
Mechanic-school dropout
Stares into the mirror
Stands up in his derelict daydreams
Always too tall
Always walked around wearing
A smile that was never quite sure of itself.
Planning a future of failures inflicted
In phone calls from strip clubs and bail bonds

There's a light left on
There's a pace to our direction
There's a movie still
Of a heart I'd like to mention

Don't give me that look
I looked harder than most did
Let details like sharp nails punch holes in my shoes
Soft-traced to frown
As I put the receiver down.
Where do I go for a pardon?

There's a light left on
There's a pace to our direction
There's a movie still
Of a heart I'd like to mention

We're listing what's left:
A signed Slayer t-shirt,
A car up on blocks in his mother's backyard.
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