There's something in my way
When I look up, I see my face
I know where I'm coming from
I wanna run and hide, but I'm too far gone
I can't tell why I throw it all away
My grave comes from vanity and shame
My tongue forgot death's own name
I'm a hangman running on the loose
I got no excuse
Got no proof, what's the use
I wait to stand in line
To a place I never can find
Wait on nobody cause it's all
Building up to someday fall
I can't tell why I throw it all away
My grave comes from vanity and shame
My tongue forgot death's own name
I'm a hangman running on the loose
I got no excuse
Got no proof, what's the use
My grave comes from vanity and shame
My tongue forgot death's own name
Just a hangman caught in my own noose
My life is the sorriest excuse
What's the use, coming loose