She brings me nails and turpentine
all of this time the girl was mine.
I am alone like a rusted dog
all of the time my head in the fog.
Cats in the corner dogs on the floor
phone keeps ringing shes asking for more.
The spaces between places
im not worthy... leave me alone.
You should of never left me alive.
You should have sat and watched me die.
Isn't it hard living on reservation blvd