Phony

The Caulfield Cult

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Around me, people that come and go
Not sorry they've got their knives to my throat
The cuts healed, but scars will always show
That I'm breathing, alive to know I'm alone
It killed me, what she did. And now I am wasted

Faces passing by me, empty like this evening's ghosts
Hiding at the places, from their souls, that death wont know
All I've got is not what I've asked for

And on the night he died, I slept in the garage
And I broke all the God damned windows with my fists, just for the hell of it