Put a Dent in It. Video (MV)

Traveling out of the city, I felt a twitch in my spine
Which prepared me for the knitting: Christmas Belt of fishing twine

But, what we offered was not mine
The dummy laughter fakes mine

Fill my bottle with you pity, at least its less sour than wine, well
It makes me stupid and witty: widdling wood for your dime

Sucking the sawdust out of a vine, I let my claws rust
It takes time

Get driving to the means while shaking

Close your eyes, count to ten, and
I'll open mine, and watch the light
Begin to bend

Dry my eyes, I won't mend, but we can find a place
To watch this begin to end

Let the sky bleed out before you
Break my back with gentle rain
Let the branch beckon implore you
Hold me down until i'm tame, but I will not be

I will not

Could you fight for this?
Would you sheathe your shame?
Could you put a dent in it?
Will I ever be the same as "I Was Not"?

I was not
I am not