History to the Defeated

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 back yard