August

I felt it all, the holes are burning Still I hold my throat and I'm watching all the laughing pa*s me by If I could just turn the clock back All this time's left me feeling jaded I nearly lost my mind, let me stay here One more moment buried Broken gla*s from window panes feel down on my backyard And I cut my feet, got dirt ground in the wound If there's such thing as a payback How high's the price on my head?