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 or 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

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