Cleaning up my blood I've spilled on your apartment
I'm cutting all them threads tied up on the pavement
Minimalistic life after the sequence
I've always been on wrong side of that red river
Giving up life I am giving up love  
I am running away from the things I have told
I am giving away all my ground I was born
And that only man standing ain't standing no more
Cleaning up my name, that's a pile of pending judgment  
It's eating up my space my cramping apartment
Night is getting louder dreams getting fainter
Tired of the weight of heart closing tighter
Given up life I have given up hope
I'm watching you climbing that wall while I fall
I was jealous of you
I was nervous and all
I was not gonna show up on your Sunday show
Teach me of love and then teach me of life
I will spend thousand days killing past for next life
I'm not a thing, I'm not everything else that I'm not
I was born with a knife in my mouth,
Given up thinking
Given up thinking
I've got nothing to write
I've got nothing to write
Spiraling down through my arm are the things  
That I thought that were sure but were not.
I'm alive.
Teach me of love and then Teach me of life
I will spend thousand days living past for this life
I'm not a thing, I am everyone else that I have met
I was born with a gold in my mouth