Text: Riverboat Gamblers. Underneath The Owl. Pilgrims In An Unholy Land.

You think that over time, you'd finally get it right
That there's a learning curve, after awhile you might
Start to realize what you're going through
A repetitious trend
That never has no end
Chasing men like scorpions
You score with them
and get stung again

Shocked and hurt
That they got to you
But you asked 'em to

It's just I think you'd know
I think you'd know
To stay away

Hash marks, stretch marks
No need to make no amends

Torn out, worn out
Never to be new again

Sail away, sail away
Sails this sinking ship into the ground
Chewed up, used up
Waste away searching for nothing

If it's symbolic why do you cry
Clearly the daughter ain't the apple of her Father's eye
You get attention and you're giving in
Its just an observation
And in no way am I saying
You need forgiving

It's just a way of feeling, it's just a phase, it's just a way of hurting
Its just I think you'd know
I think you'd know
To stay away

Hash marks, stretch marks
No need to make no amends

Torn out, worn out
Never to be new again

Sail away, sail away
Sails this sinking ship into the ground
Chewed up, used up
Waste away searching for nothing