Here's how it started,
and here's how it ends.
That same little question
that she asked again.

Make your own fucking tea,
that is what she said
Why don't you make your own fucking tea?
and then...

Some things just can't be learned,
I don't think they ever could.
But you get to the next day,
and you try to make it good.

On the other side of things,
you can blunt the nerves.
And the silence and the screams
they grow in a curve.

But I would promise you I'd stay
If you did not look away.

If you could ask me why it starts
If you could keep the break at bay
If you held me here from drifting
Like a moth back to the flame.

So you try to stay young,
and you try to take part,
But fear curdles deeply
and finally leaves you hard.

Cave into your bones,
lie breathing, lie beaten.
The world's mouth is on you;
little by little, you are eaten.

These holes in my heart they breathe,
and they let the wind right in.
And I try to look around,
but one phrase brings his fist back again.

All these things we hold,
they twist and then they scar.
And we tumble down the stairs
to the poison of where we are.

But I would promise you I'd stay
If you did not look away.

If you could ask me why it starts
If you could keep the break at bay
If you held me here from drifting
Like a moth back to the flame.

Got a thousand souls on my shoulder,
but I'll let you listen in.
Why scared and soaked and sore,
we'll shrug and we'll call it rain.

And why this kind of silence
is a sneering at the world
That lulls us into forgetting
that we were all once girls