Deer Head

I put my trust in a bottle and I gave it to the Atlantic seven years ago
So I never had any to put in you which is only good news since you’re saying good bye
I wish I could be a stranger and pass you on the street with nothing but blank eyes
I wish I could be the mannequin, the one that our reflections in, as we’re walking by
You don’t want you know me

I left a part of me, maybe just the empathy, on the side of the broken highway 43
Being cold isn’t hard to do when you favour bad news, when you favour bad news
I wish I could be the statue, the one where the moss grew, outside of your high school
I wish I could be the deer head, hanging on the wall instead of hanging on to you
You don’t want you know me