i put on my new shoes this morning and the leather was hard and tough and i cried out a little bit but a little bit is never enough
and i put on my damp jacket and the wind hit my face on the way to the train and i whispered little words that formed the phrase that i wanted you to never hear me say
and my shoelaces are untied like the seams on my coat and i am drowning in my clothes
where is my soul?
where is my soul i sold it to the people with the money i owe
and all of my friends are as good as dead they bleed like ink from a page and what comes out the other side is a story that's been told a million times and no one wants to hear
and i tried say i was sorry the morning for the sins i've committed but i got caught looking at my reflection in the mirror as it passed
i am a stranger in my own home i got nothing but empty sheets sold my soul to the people that i owe i am a ghost i float under sheets of every person that i meet.