The gash

Best that stabbed
Knew to huff a wick
Then of gust
A wick be buried
Well I've seen it
So take a look
Since I'd
Forget to breathe

Best that stabbed
Knew to huff a wick
Then of gust
A wick be buried
Well I've seen it
So take a look
Since I'd
Forget to breathe

Best that stabbed
Knew to huff a wick
Then of gust
A wick be buried
Well I've seen it
So take a look
Since I'd
Forget to breathe

Best that stabbed
Knew to huff a wick
Then of gust
A wick be buried
Well I've seen it
So take a look
Since I'd
Forget to breathe

Past she saw the gash in her carriage
Past she saw the gash in her carriage
Her carriage

Nursed the scab into a wound but I'd dare
Never to peep it
But tired rows o' tired rows
Wouldn't you but
Mind it and leave it I'll

Nurse the scab into a wound but I'd dare
Never to peep it
But tired rows o' tired rows
Wouldn't you but
Mind it and leave it I'll

I'll hide it better
I'll hide it better
I'll hide it better
I'll hide it better

Is anything ever enough
Is
Is anything ever truly going to be good
Is there
Is there a point where
I'll have security in my art and in my abilities
To speak
To speak and be listened to
Beyond the vacant nodding
The nodding heads
Something
Something truthful
Something insightful
Is there
Is there anything
Is anything
Is anything ever
Ever enough

Best that stabbed
Knew to huff a wick
Then of gust
A wick be buried
Well I've seen it
So take a look
Since I'd
Forget to breathe

Best that stabbed
Knew to huff a wick
Then of gust
A wick be buried
Well I've seen it
So take a look

Best that stabbed
Knew to huff a wick
Then of gust
A wick be buried
Well I've seen it
So take a look
Since I'd
Forget to breathe

Best that stabbed
Knew to huff a wick
Then of gust
A wick be buried
Well I've seen it
So take a look
I've seen it
I'm sorry I'll hide it better

Past she saw the gash in her carriage
Past she saw the gash in her carriage
Her carriage

I'll hide it better
I'll hide it better
I'll hide it better
I'll hide it better

I'll hide it