600 miles too long,
and too far gone.
But I lost 400 before you
were ready to waste 200
I guess you don't know how much you're worth
until you throw yourself on his line.
Until you put your stakes through the flames
and he lets them burn to ash.
Because you're weightless in gold,
So he better save his time of day,
that time he had let you borrow
and made you think it was yours.
That it was the only thing
that would stay.
I was your voodoo,I was your tool.
A toy ticking bomb you held a lighter to.
But, tell me now, how does it feel
to hold the same washed up moths
fluttering every night
in that fluorescent light?
Warmer than I ever was,
they only want your lonely hour.
You gave me all your time in the day,
but never the miles that it should take
to come my way.