Survivor's Guilt

Two, three, four

God, what a mess I must seem
In the back of a theatre
The scene where the dog has to die
I'm upset, but, at best
Keep your hands off my chest

Can't a girl mourn the death of a dog
In the back of a theatre in peace?

The carpet left marks on our face
I remember the sun was still out
As if nothing had changed
I could see through the window at minimal height
No obstructions at all, just the pure virgin light

Can't a girl mourn the death of a dog
In the back of a theatre in peace anymore?
Can't a girl mourn the death of a dog
In the back of a theatre in peace anymore?

I never wanted the space
I can picture the cause of the clearing and the look on your face
You can fool me once and I'll actually believe you
If you fool me twice, I'm like putty in your hands
Just like a lamb, I'll trust you in the still heat
Sucking the finger of the butcher who'll kill me
Sucking the finger of the butcher who'll kill me

All that I am
All that you are
Call me a liar, I've heard it before
Call me a cab
All the blood spilled
Get in the car, it's survivor's guilt
Ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh