“The handling of a heart, a very delicate art, ‘cause it’s paper thin
one irrelevant thought, that started out as a spark
could be a poisonous dart
that leaves a permenent mark
that’s ice cold in the day and burns in the dark
and makes you never wanna see her face again
Tee-hee what a place I’m in
Lead me to the sta-tio-n
A one way ticket, don’t look back,
one cold tear that frozen crack,
a whole lot of pain I’m holdin’ back
Sheriff said, "F that roll the sack.”
I said, “If my skull was cracked,
and blood ran out to the cul-de-sac,
that could not match me where I’m at.”
My memories flash me there and back
yup, there goes me right there in black
holdin’ hands not starin’ back
she starts cryin’ I start denyin’ and it’s my fault
and I’m aware of that
Man, in hindsight signs be glarin’ back
Where’s the map
to show you where you’re at?“
This entire track is impactful.