Torches Apart

I burn poor and lonely packed to the brim with coal and cinder
Or on the shelf beside my bed where at night you lay turning like a door on its hinges
First on your left side, then on your right side
Then on your left side again
I burn poor and lonely
Tell all the stones to vacate building
Neither cut into shape or in the right place
So I gaze out the window, for a place to stake a claim
Condemning any kind words and feasting on the blame
And ruin my reputation like a stain
All I know is plan making, not a shred of living
It's so fun being unbearably lame
And I burn poor and lonely

Where are my torches?
Where are my torches?
Where are my torches? Oh!
We could be torches together, torches together
Where are the torches? I have no torches
Whatever respect my tattered dignity commands
Not one torch to grace my hand

Why pluck these strings? What good are these happy notes
Oh, one string sounds fine I guess, but we were once 'one notes'
Ripped apart by savagery and a lack of faith
Oh, what darkness and delicious pain
I'm so in my safe distance
This faint and distant look
Why immerse yourself in pages
When you could piss upon the book
Why stand proud when you can eat your guitar?
Just eat your guitar
Eat your guitar
Eat the guitar

Only regret and self judgement
Take down the guitar and feast on the frets
Eat my guitar
Eat my guitar
Eat my guitar
Eat my guitar

Cause I am so afraid
And she's afraid
And everyone's afraid and everyone knows it
I will be deathly afraid evermore

I slit my throat and yet they keep dancing
I sang a sad song and all of you laughed
I slit my throat and yet they kept dancing
I sang a sad song and all of you laughed
I slit my throat, yet they kept dancing
I sang a sad song and all of you laughed
I slit my throat, yet they kept dancing
I sang a sad song, sang such a sad song