With the futile scrape
Of the match
The gas in tin
Doesn't catch
With the rain all set
In the wood
The flame won't do
As it should
Still try
Try to keep the body warm
Try
Try to save face until he's gone
Sent my two weeks in
Condolences
But I've had enough
Taking shit
The contract read
Like an empty hearse
Said you better forget
Your own worth
Still try
Try to sell me my own remorse
Try
Try beating a dead horse
I asked you twice
Meant nothing then
To understand
The state I'm in
From karmic trees
Fall kismet leaves
When you see me
Where will I be?
Still try
Try to keep the body warm
Try
Try to sell me my own remorse
Try
Try beating a dead horse or
Try your luck