There's no one left to give
You trusted this with me
I let it slip away
And I do hope the dogs are fine
We'll bury them with pieces of you
And not all your sandwiches are bad
Bury them with pieces of you
And I don't have choices, only anger
And I don't have choices, only anger
And I don't have choices, only anger
And I don't have choices, only anger
And I don't have choices, only anger
And I don't have choices, only anger
And I don't have choices, only anger