there must be red paint on the walls because i've cussed
you out again the fire behind your eyes burns in your
fingers and i felt the warmth on my face there had
to be poison in the water when i told you to go to
hell this city has had its way with you for the last
time baby and i heard from a friend through a friend
that you're losing your mind again but you're not here
and i'm screaming at a blank wall do i deserve these
ghost legs just like a soldier they're my spoils of
war and i'll write as many songs as i want to about
what i've done where i've been who i've loved and what
i've been through all that i've been through there's
something peculiar about the weather it's fall all
year 'round here because you're making and breaking
and staking and faking your claims so much for the
disappearing act do i deserve these ghost legs just
like a soldier they're my spoils of war you know it
we blew it you're giving up i'm giving out erasing
replacing my ghost legs are feeling numb