Coda: A Burn Scar In the Shape of the Sooner State

Run the water 'til it scalds you know that I'm listening

Pitter patter runs the shower hits the bare porcelain

Watch the dirt run down the plughole, hear an echo within

They described you in detail, I knew everythingAn artist's impression of the Manhattan skyline

And a soon to be burned scar

In the perfect shape of the sooner state

I fall to my knees, my piss soaked jeansThe first time, the last time

All the times in between

The first time, the last time

All the times I would've liked there to have beenI can't believe I chose the mountains

Every time you chose the sea

I can't believe I chose the mountains

Every time you chose the seaI can't believe I chose the mountains

Every time you chose the sea