You hand me a shovel And your eyes Imploring me to dig Sorry dear I can't help with this And besides Digging graves just ain't my vibe How were you know? That I wouldn't be there anymore To help you out of this one You're on your own You cried wolf too many time And I've grown too wise to respond Against my better judgement I Go over to look To see inside this hole You've dug To find More lost souls you dragged inside How were you know? That I wouldn't be there anymore To help you out of this one You're on your own You cried wolf too many time And I've grown too wise to respond