All those sacred things you left me
Boy I just went out and burned them
in my backyard with a torch
two torches made of background and medium
It didn’t heal my pain, it didn’t cleanse my palette
We wrote too much, that’s why we knew too much
I never meant to hurt you, you never meant to help me
And neither one of us knew the costs of being selfless

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