i could not be the shiny silver mirror for you
reflecting back that perfect image of you
i’ve got tarnish, streaks and cracks of my own
i’m on my way, i’ve got to visit this place alone

there’s nothing left to do
except spread my ashes around
all that’s left to do
is spread our ashes around

i’m like that bus crash that you passed in Peru
smoking, wreckage, there’s no help coming for you
a lost sister, fallen down through the cracks
a sucker punch, a stutter step, left you to the rags

i burnt myself to a cinder
block building in a city far right of the line
of my emotional unavailability it sucks us down
pushes back peddle talking over what i just said
don’t quote me on that tide flow
marina trench mouth from the oily phrases that you spewed
nothing left but headshot and i pwnd you

there’s nothing left to do
except spread my ashes around
all that’s left to do
is spread our ashes around