Though they may want you to tread in their trail 
Only to see if the path they set fails 
Though they may want you to take off your clothes 
Whatever they think that the action exposed 
 
With your clothes on the floor  
Taking advice from some old balding bore 
You’ll ask yourself “did I want this at all?” 
 
Do you remember what I said  
The book I left by your bed  
The words that some survivor read 

Lately I’ve been thinking bout our daughter growing old  
All of the bullshit that she might be told 
There’s blood on the floor  
Maybe now you’ll believe her for sure  

She remembers what I said  
The book I left by her bed 
The words that some survivor read 
 
Though they may take you for all you had left  
You wont be forgotten for what you had not done yet 
 
So you wished for a kiss from god  
You mourn in your childish loss  
Innocence gone but its not forgot  
You’ll cut your way through it somehow  

You remember what I said  
The book you left by your bed 
The words that will outlive the dead