Your best years were mine
Your forest fire has died
Come rip my guts right out
Board up the house
I shouldn't stray so close to hell
But in the flames I'll forge myself
Halt the mending, orphan the useless
Gnaw of the limbs that get caught in the trap
Shed some skin, no looking back
I always knew you'd f*ck it up again
You'd run out of friends or you'd run out of skin
And when you come crawling back again
I won't be there to put the blood back in