I Gave You Some Way

I gave you some way to leave
The sick and sad house
Of your voluntary fractures
Now you repay me
With your bountiful gloom
You wanna say
That you're better off with nothing and noone
But your bones are falling round the floor
And the ceiling is gone

Oh I see your face
It's like an old memory
And your obituary
It says you were free
Yeah I see your grave
It looks like a fallen tree
And your obituary
It says you were free
But you're not free
No, no



Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Doyle
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