You've got your garage sale.
You've got your goodwill, but it doesn't show.
You've got your reasons,
You've got your secrets but you'll never tell.
I've seen you slap her.
I might come after, but you'll never know.
I see you pick through the garbage.
I've see you live through your own little personal hell.
You've got nothing to say.
It's better off that way.
And you've got nothing to say.
It's better
