The smoke tastes like gray lead
It's killing her head
She finally let him have it
Here practice yelling at yourself instead

She nearly burned the town again
With the look that she gave him
She covers her heart with her hands and says
A little useless praying never hurts anything

It's like nothing's got a pulse
In this whole damn place
Right down to the clocks
Nothing's got a pulse

Remember darling how quiet it got
Leave her alone, let her go home
So she don't have to see you
How pathetic you can be

So she won't hate herself to death
Know what I mean
She's covering he heart with her hands and says
A little useless praying never hurts anything

That must be her up there
Perfume and cigarette smoke in her wild hair
She smells a little like a train
Hauling lilacs through the rain

I can't tell that she's crying
I'll pretend again
But she sees them total destruction
As she goes running to them

I'm finally showing her the switch
How I learned to hold it
In my teeth
How she's got to keep

One razor sharp bloody piece
Of her old broken heart
How she's got to use that edge to carve
Across her new heart

Something deep enough to hurt
So it always reminds her
Deep enough to last
Darlin' honey, watch your ass

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Writer(s): Jason Molina