Tip toe across this shaking beam
Take this fraudulent scheme
to the grave, my friend
He has a book full of all his quotes
We’d sit around and sing the songs I wrote
‘til wolves howled in
‘til the wolves,
the wolves howled in
He pushed out bags and bags and bags of white
into the hands of the night life
and slept through the day
He said this house made me who I am
I deliver my flaws, the deliveryman
I’m not happy, anymore
I’m not happy,
I’m not happy, anymore
And it gets so goddamn cold
He’s itchin’ in the kitchen and he’s twitchin’
tearing at the stitchin’ so he starts licking
a mirror and he’s thinking
his reflection’s sinking
into a flowing sea of white
he’s awake for another night
in all the angry phone calls home
not one word was spoke or wrote in stone
he’d regret it all, he, all, he would
all, he, all, he would
when the wolves came in
when the wolves came in with snow covered paws
slave to save the thought of what once was
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