God showed me how you can be both the architect and the critic
I've brought most of this misery down on myself
Still, I keep on complaining
I threw that bottle
I thought it might act like a torch and set fire to the asphalt
But nothing changes anymore
I've made no progress
So I'm giving up
Forgive me for giving up on me
My father showed me how to die slow
A heart that beats
But just barely
I still blame that dark stretch of road
And all the cars that just drove by while she was screaming
They just kept driving
While he was bleeding
When I set that fire I thought it might bring everyone to help