Five a.m. and the birds sing like an usher for the sun
and I could paint the walls with smoke
and choke on all the things we've done

And I know to carry all of this is wrong
I've been picking up these breadcrumbs like they really lead to someone

I've cut the leash to my lasting fears and I'd love to leave you hung
As you sly across my last impression- ugly one

And I know to carry all of this is wrong
I've been picking up these breadcrumbs like they really lead
to someone who cares- no, no, no ugly one

I've got a lock on the door and my skin smells like 100 proof distilled
Wrestling with a flashback caught with unpredicted chills

I no longer have the need to take her home like some revenge
You'll never know I think of you, that's a pleasure you won't get

And I know to carry all of this is wrong
I've been picking up these breadcrumbs like they really lead
to someone who cares- no, no, no ugly one