Survivor's Guilt

Two, three, four

God, what a mess I must seem?

In the back of a theatre, the scene where the dog has to die

I'm upset, but at best, keep your hands off my chest

Can't a girl mourn the death of a dog in the back of a theatre in peace?

The carpet left marks on our face

I remember the sun was still out as if nothing had changed

I could see through the window at minimal height

No obstructions at all, just the pure virgin light

Can't a girl mourn the death of her dog in the back of a theatre in peace anymore?

Can't a girl mourn the death of her dog in the back of a theatre in peace anymore?

I never wanted the space

I can picture the cause of the clearing and the look on your face

You can fool me once, and I'll actually believe you

If you fool me twice, I'm like putty in your hands

Just like a lamb, I'll trust you in the still heat

Sucking the finger of the butcher who'll kill me

Sucking the finger of the butcher who'll kill me

All that I am

All that you are

Call me a liar, I've heard it before

Call me a cab

All the blood spilled

Get in the car, it's survivor's guilt

Uh, uh, uh-uh, uh-uh