I think this might be my exit I think I’ve had enough You know you lost me there I don’t know what you’re talking about I clipped your piece from the paper Hung it on my wall Still don’t know what it means to me If anything at all Opened up your can and Let out all these worms Heard you’re moving on while I'm still Sifting through the dirt I opt for softer poisons Kinder than your love Still they kill me softly One day day I’ll have to ante up Maybe there’s a time for us In another place Maybe on some grassy hillside Or swallowed up in space