Nobody knows what hell looks like except me
I took a trip there last fall, it was a pretty bad time
There was food on the table but nobody would eat
We spent the evening just staring at the bottles of wine
And when I get the pictures I took
And flip through all of those memories
I hope they’ll be enough of a distraction
To stop me for a moment from thinking of you
This is the way I stumble through every day
I’m flipping on my delay and I’m holding my own horses
I’m a charity case locked with the key thrown away
So impossible to break through my impenetrable fortress
I took a job assembling boxes of things
For other people to use, I couldn’t afford on my own
One day I had enough and packed up all of that stuff
I snuck it under my shirt and sped away to my home
And when all those policemen appeared
With their flashing lights and their crude demands
I knew throughout the whole entire process
I wouldn’t have a second to think about you
I guess some might consider me crazy
Or at the very least quite problematic
But they don’t have you haunting their minds
Every minute of every hour of every
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