I think this might be my exit
I think I’ve had enough
You know you lost me there
I don’t know what you’re talking about

I clipped your piece from the paper
Hung it on my wall
Still don’t know what it means to me
If anything at all

Opened up your can and
Let out all these worms
Heard you’re moving on while I'm still
Sifting through the dirt

I opt for softer poisons
Kinder than your love
Still they kill me softly
One day day I’ll have to ante up

Maybe there’s a time for us
In another place
Maybe on some grassy hillside
Or swallowed up in space