I’m up for the time just to say goodbye but I’ll keep a little evil - celebrations of the night. They’ll creep their way from sight aside, roaches littered under mattress springs, reminders of a lie. Throw it all out, my bedroom is a dump ground, I’ll throw it all out. Throw it all out, torn wrappers that I found from when you came in town. Get up in time for the Sunday lies. Every little sin I saved you left to pray them all away. You changed your clothes, then you changed your mind. Put on a face afraid of getting off and getting made. I’m nothing but a heartsick heathen. No, nothing but a heartsick heathen. I’m nobody but at least I mean it.