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Explicit lyric warning: Lyrically deals with the emotions surrounding sexual assault and contains a curse in the last chorus.
You held me down when I fell from grace. Craved my skin and dirtied my face. I only wanted somebody to talk to. I only wanted somebody to care. You've crawled through my life with many eyes, different faces. I see you everywhere. There are no safe places. And the tragedy remains; internal pain leaves no outward traces.
And so it's kept in... stepped over; overlooked like I'm a pushover.
Situation kind of took me over, but not you, man, you were sober.
and I've let you in, again and again. My apartment door... that forsaken train. In smokey bars... in too many parked cars. Back off, boy 'cause I know what you are.
Hard lesson to learn and I don't learn so well. "I love you baby, now don't you tell!" And now there's nobody to talk to... and it's really not something to share. And it's "kinda my fault"; I frequent these places. I revisit the scene of the crime in an attempt to face this. But the tragedy remains: Internal shame leaves no outward traces.
You equated me with your magazines and mockeries of women should be encourage people like you to hurt people like me.
Last chorus replace 'forsaken train' for : 'that fucking train'