i've got nothing left
got nothing
nothing left to lose

i always thought i was a trivia question unfit to be asked
i've given away my fork and spoon but kept my knife for inspiration lay
down in a chrome box with me that's too expensive to die in and we'll
suck the dew of each others morning lips like wine tastings lottery
season and i'm feeling some sort of compensation that's about to come my
way and help my situation and if it doesn't help yours at all then
you'ld have me to blame for not making an effort to put the fire out
before this weather came

you were the new thing in my life that i approached the old way now
you're the sun on my wings made of birds and wax supplies you're a
different season of morning light that cant stay but that's pretty much
my style so i'm not that suprised i've got nothing left that reminds me
of assassinated actions i've got nothing left that binds me to
infatuated passion i've got everything behind me i've relaxed my
attraction to the unreasonable sacrifice that this little lamb passed on

she never knew the games that i played but i played them several times