I take myself to this place
every year on every year
and they are always here
they never leave
there are three-hundred and sixty-four days
that I can throw away
drown out my sorrow
and forget all the things my head replays

I've stolen it all
it's nothing to fall
nothing to fall over again
let's start over again
let's take it all out

I will open this skull if it takes me all night
find the piece in my mind where the shame of it lies
and when I re-stitch the skin on my newly blank head
I won't know all those times I'd have been better off 
dead

I've stolen it all
it's nothing to fall
nothing to fall over again
let's start over again
let's take it all out

in my mind
my horrible mind
but there are three, six and five
that one day that comes back
every year I build this trap
and I drive out, just to brush off some dirt
pretend this has meaning 
pretend I don't hurt