When you left, they made me shave my face and take my place on that assembly line.
By automated surgery, I split up in a pan like brownies.
The county clerk withheld my blood and poetry,
but that don’t mean that I won’t bleed again,
that I won’t bleed again.
And when you left, I told myself I’d had enough
of hanging on for dear life, hanging to preconceived assumptions ‘bout how love should be my life raft,
saving me.
And I learn to leave it alone and
become your antihero.
Now you’re gone and out of touch it’s all too much to hide away, but calling you up on the phone down by the docks drunk and alone wouldn’t help it at all, so I just wait.
So I just wait
and I learn to leave it alone and
become your antihero.
And when you left, they made me shave my face and take my place on that assembly line.
I know I’ve been here times before,
but how could I forget the one I fell for?
The county, they’ve still got my blood and poetry,
but that don’t mean that I won’t bleed again,
that I won’t bleed again.
I won’t bleed again,
that I won’t bleed again.
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Lyrics submitted by Sigmund Birch.