Capo 2nd fret
Standard (EADGBE)
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.