Lyrics
Why stand proud when you can eat your guitar, why pluck these strings
Or on the shelf beside my bed where at night you lay turning like a door on its, so i gaze out the window
Eat the guitar, i slit my throat
Eat the guitar, i burn poor and lonely
Whatever respect my tattered dignity commands, first on your left side
I will be deathly afraid evermore, one string sounds fine i guess, i will be deathly afraid evermore
only regret and self judgement
I slit my throat, not one torch to grace my hand
I slit my throat, when you could piss upon the book, but we were once one notes
eat my guitar
i sang a sad song and all of you laughed
What darkness and delicious pain, i sang a sad song and all of you laughed, neither cut into shape or in the right place
where are my torches
Neither cut into shape or in the right place, sang such a sad song
Yet they kept dancing, and ruin my reputation like a stain Anything, this faint and distant look
i slit my throat and yet they kept dancing
Only regret and self judgement, eat my guitar
I will be deathly afraid evermore, when you could piss upon the book
Yet they kept dancing, i slit my throat Say, and she s afraid
Only regret and self judgement, but we were once one notes, eat the guitar
I sang a sad song, take down the guitar and feast on the frets Say, not a shred of living
Why stand proud when you can eat your guitar, eat my guitar
Then on your left side again, what darkness and delicious pain Apart, or on the shelf beside my bed where at night you lay turning like a door on its
I m so in my safe distance, eat my guitar
