A smokey haze Covers the interstate
And shadows every strip mall in Kentucky The fireworks, they shine on the insides of my eyes
As I try and dream of some beautiful way to die And you don't know how long I've been dreaming of
The well where I was supposed to belong But I'm just broken pottery, not fit for holding anything
So throw me in the well anyway Hopefully they'll forget me, at least that I was broken
Cause we both know they'll never know it was you Patience is a virtue, they say the same about forgiveness
I always wanted to be righteous But I'll never be, if it means forgiving you