Torches Apart

I burn poor and lonely
Packed to the brim with coal and cinder
Where on the shelf beside my bed
Where at night you lay turning
Like a door on its hinges
First on your left side
Then on your right side
Then on your left side again

I burn poor and lonely
Tell all the stones to vacate the building
Neither cut into shape or in the right place
So I gaze out the window
For a place to stake a claim
Condemning any kind words
And feasting on the blame
And ruin my reputation like a stain

All I know is plan making
Not a shred of living
It's so fun being unbearably lame
And I burn poor and lonely

Where are my torches
Where are my torches
Where are my torches
Oh!
We could be torches together
Torches together

Where are my torches
I have no torches
Whatever respect my talent dignity commands
Not one torch to grace my hand

Why pluck these strings
What good are these half eaten notes
Oh, a string sounds fine I guess
But we were once one notes
Ripped apart by savagery and a lack of faith
Oh, a darkness and delicious pain

So in my safe distance
This faint and distant look
Why immerse yourself in pages
When you can piss upon the book?
Why stand proud when you can eat your guitar?

Just eat your guitar
Eat your guitar
Eat the guitar
With only regret and self judgement
And take down the guitar and feast on the frets

Eat my guitar
Eat my guitar
Eat my guitar
Eat my guitar
'Cause I'm so afraid

And she's so afraid
And everyone's afraid
And everyone knows it
I will be deadly afraid
Evermore

I slit my throat, yet, they keep dancing
I sang a sad song and all of you laughed
I slit my throat and yet, they kept dancing
I sang a sad song and all of you laughed
I slit my throat, yet, they kept dancing
I sang a sad song and all of you laughed
I slit my throat, yet, they kept dancing
I sang a sad song, sang such a sad song