practiced in the ways of shame you found me

my arms held open to the sun

taking in the sights and sounds around me

but losing precious pieces one by one



i've paid my dues i've paid my don'ts as well

i want some wills the won'ts can go to hell



well alright

you win

now you've got your little trophy

chalk it up to young and much too far from home

alright

you win

proud to be your little trophy

yours alone

yours alone



you said to write you if i lost direction

didn't think i'd fall apart so soon

i turned around and found the leaves had fallen

and covered up my breadcrumbs back to you



and soon the snow will fall and bury me

i know you'll be along to carry me