Torches Apart - Say Anything

I burn poor and lonely packed to the brim with coal and cinder

Or on the shelf beside my bed where at night you lay turning like a door on its

hinges

First on your left side, then on your right side

Then on your left side again

I burn poor and lonely

Tell all the stones to vacate building

Neither cut into shape or in the right place

So I gaze out the window, for a place to stake a claim

Condemning any kind words and feasting on the blame

And ruin my reputation like a stain

All I know is plan making, not a shred of living

It’s so fun being unbearably lame

And I burn poor and lonely

Where are my torches?

Where are my torches?

Where are my torches?

Oh!

We could be torches together, torches together

Where are the torches?

I have no torches

Whatever respect my tattered dignity commands

Not one torch to grace my hand

Why pluck these strings?

What good are these happy notes

Oh, one string sounds fine I guess, but we were once 'one notes'

Ripped apart by savagery and a lack of faith

Oh, what darkness and delicious pain

I’m so in my safe distance

This faint and distant look

Why immerse yourself in pages

When you could piss upon the book

Why stand proud when you can eat your guitar?

Just eat your guitar

Eat your guitar

Eat the guitar

Only regret and self judgement

Take down the guitar and feast on the frets

Eat my guitar

Eat my guitar

Eat my guitar

Eat my guitar

Cause I am so afraid

And she’s afraid

And everyone’s afraid and everyone knows it

I will be deathly afraid evermore

I slit my throat and yet they keep dancing

I sang a sad song and all of you laughed

I slit my throat and yet they kept dancing

I sang a sad song and all of you laughed

I slit my throat, yet they kept dancing

I sang a sad song and all of you laughed

I slit my throat, yet they kept dancing

I sang a sad song, sang such a sad song