All my days are lightning

Still don't need a friend

I'm left to move

Picture spread still frightening

I burn those sticks alone

It's not my home

I feel her hand upon my leg

Am I still fore?

Am I true?

The words no longer feed my head

A cat would never

Mess my bed

Bold as thrills are sometimes

You can't bleed every day

I'm packed away

Cold as he will tell you

My sign is what I say

And I can't say

I feel her hand upon my leg

Am I still fore?

Am I true?

The words no longer feed my head

A cat would never

Mess my bed

The father came

Hit and run

We never knew where he came from

The father came

Hit and run

We never knew just what he'd done

The father came

Hit and run

We never knew where he came from

The father came

Hit and run

We never knew just what he'd done

I'm left undone