Nothing But Garbage

Wedding bells will ring in hell You ain't nothing but garbage Slutty bitches, stitchy witches Itchy bitches, too big britches Broken stitches, bloody wishes Broken dishes, slutty kisses Dolly misses, little miss misses Little miss vicious, little death wishes Out with the garbage Nothing but garbage Junkyard bitches, junkyard marriage Baby carriage Go to hell marriage Love is lost, it's gone Ain't nothing but garbage Love is lost, it's rusted and washed She gave her soul and heart 'Til death do us part Wedding bells will ring in hell Ain't nothing but garbage Ain't nothing but garbage Love is lost, it's gone Ain't nothing but garbage Love is lost, it's rusted and washed She gave her soul and heart 'Til death do us part Wedding bells will ring in hell Ain't nothing but garbage Ain't nothing but garbage Faded lover, fast food mother Lost my brother and my mother Junkyard mommy, old salami Feed them candy, street name Sandy Junkyard bitches full of stitches What remains is buckets of pain And countless times that tears filled my eyes Nothing but garbage Nothing but garbage I'm that dark gone bright I'm that bright gone dark Collecting dust, time to hit the spark He never brought me flowers, a liar and a coward Kept me up late, had me worried from the first date Can't sleep, waiting like a bird in a cage Stuck on the same page Not even hoping for things to change "Maybe he'll drop dead", I said Maybe something will change Maybe he'll drop dead Love is lost, it's gone Ain't nothing but garbage Love is lost, rusted and washed She gave her soul and heart 'Til death do us part Wedding bells will ring in hell Ain't nothing but garbage Ain't nothing but garbage Love is lost, it's gone Ain't nothing but garbage On my own now, own best friend now Buried the rings in the cemetery With the rest of me, rest is history Rest in peace, we never said much We never said much Earth body, heaven soul I thank my angels, he let me go Free bird, skyward go Searching for home, free bird Searching for home Searching for home on the open road Wind in my hair, memory gone mostly to blur, hazy Nothing much left, most of it burned Many lessons learned Wisdom earned by way of getting burned Faith, got some, sometimes hopeless Mostly drifting toward the scent of bliss Could be, this life between the knife and the kiss Could be, bliss, if not darkness Until it lifts (until the darkness lifts) Bliss Love is lost, it's gone Ain't nothing but garbage The love is lost, rusted and washed Ain't nothing but garbage