A Nice Place for an Ambush

All alone in this big, empty house
Kept alive by cigarettes
Cardboard boxes line the walls
Filled with everyone I've met
There's old clothes, faded pictures
And that necklace she always wore
It was supposed to be so easy
Now light's leaking through the floor

How does trash pile this high?
I must have missed it

Born with a foot planted in the grave
Calmly longing for a hearse
Already bad from the start
But now it's even worse
The map shapes the terrain
Drawing borders in blood
Every hope and every dream
Forever buried in the mud

How does trash pile this high?
I must have missed it



Credits
Writer(s): Tony Gonzalez Fredriksen
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