See You In Shell

He's gone tonight

He's claiming the throne

Grant us some mercy

For you know nothing of the mess you're leaving behind

He shuffles the queen around in a deck of cards

I'm still trying to find answers to mend this broken heart

Ode to my father

Ode to my father

(It's over, my father, it's over)

It's this years addiction

Watching you walk out the door

The stench of the last look you gave to me

You're a perfectionist when it comes to it

It saddens me to know you could start a new life

Leaving everything behind

Now I am left to pick up the broken pieces

When I never asked to be here in the first place

And it lives with me every day

Down a whore's throat

Runnin' around

Runnin' around

Runnin' around round

Down a whore's throat

Now I am left to stitch up the pieces

And we'll give it a shot to live on