She's been abused
And her heart's been used
Not by the words that he says
But by a lack thereof

She's got nothing on you
And everything that you do
But is it all in my head
Oh and is this love finally dead

Oh I wish I knew
Why we do the things we do
And is it all for you
Or is it all for her

She's got nothing on you
And everything that you do
But is it all in my head
And is this love finally dead
Oh is it all in my head
Another love that's fully dead

You can look at a map for days kid, it ain't gonna take you anywhere
Shine your shoes on Monday, Tuesday comb your hair
Might as well stick your finger in the air
Walk down the highway like you don't have a care

And you pull your Kerouac routine
For all the girls in the scene
Hoping they'd give up all they'd ever been
Like you're something they've never seen

And kings and philosophers we're putting you up on trail
For every word you said and every promise you tossed on the pile
Holding you down in the bile
You won't be able to hide for quite awhile

Look at the skeleton in my wall
They're cluttering up the hall
See their organs and their bowels
They haven't that much to hide after all

I don't believe in fairy tales
But I believe in kindness
And the power of words
And the sharpness of knives
I don't believe in Jesus Christ
But I believe in people
Yeah everyone, yeah everyone

Hold it down
I see the lights go out
Over that dark one
And all we got
Is dumber kids and cheaper guns
Bring in the love of fuck it brings in the guns
Sang that when I was fifteen
Seems more important now
Now that I know what it means

Lyrics by Dylan Michael Wise and Chad Richard Foltz