Shelf Life

Words keep falling from my mouth

Trying just to slow them down

Keep on spilling around

Saying, "Why do you hurt me?"

And if anger is my gift

The only gift I'm fit to bring

Then put me on your shelf

See the wind turn me

If it's the only gift I'm fit to give

Then put me on your shelf, I don't want to live

What's in that suitcase?

A picture and a name

Brought here from someplace

Not brought here to stay

She picks up the pieces

Puts down the phone

Yes, baby's not speaking

To her angel anymore, no

If it's the only gift I'm fit to give

Then put me on your shelf, I don't want to live

If it's the only gift I'm fit to give

Then put me on your shelf, I don't want to live

This way, this way

My love, this way, this way, my love

All of my actions are no consequence of you

My love and affection just doesn't know what to do

How can I love anyone else when I can't trust my?