Everybody Does

Let me pick through the empty dirt

And the rotten wood

The shop you work, cause I'm interested

In a carpenter, so elegant at placing splinters

Right beneath my nails

Where I cannot dig them out

The same briars from your wrists

Are the tinder in my father's houseAnd I know, I know

I know, I know oh

I know myself better than anybody else

You're gonna run, you're gonna run

When you find out who I am

I know I'm a pile of filthy wreckage

You will wish you'd never touch

You're gonna run

When you find out who I am

You're gonna run

You're gonna run

It's alright, everybody does

You're gonna run

It's alright, everybody does

You're gonna run

It's alright, everybody does

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