You pulled the hammer from the cupboard
In the Sunday best you’d wear.
You spoke your vows into a bottle
Stalked his footsteps up the stairs
There’s no living in the present
We are alive beyond repair
Blanking at your own reflection
Despondent as you stare
You pulled the hammer from the cupboard
Filled your ashtray up with prayer
You hid your bruises in the plaster
with a brand new cross to bear
Pour your heart across the floorboards, too broken to care.
Your hands, they trembled
Clutched around your ticket out
There’s no of resemblance of the face you used to know.
So pour your heart across the floorboards, too broken to care.
Nails, nails, nails everywhere.


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