i can't stay
away
from the things that will kill me
anyways
i'm the worst
kind of way
i'm a shattered broken seed

i am empty promise
and words you can't take back
but still i can't get rid of you
i'm a soulless hunger
for woe and wonder
but still i can't get rid of you

you won't be
proud of me
when you find out who i am
born for blood
and slavery
i barely understand

i'm dressed for success
and built for protest
but still
i'm a broken home now
i'm suspect but somehow
i still can't get rid of you

i've capsized, waiting
my resolve, fading
and still
i'm kicking, screaming
but you stay with me
and still

i'm not worth the effort
i can't pay for the penalty fee
but if i come without a dollar
i come with all i need