Torn to Pieces

You know it's not enough

To keep your tears around your wrist

You keep your merits on a list

You keep your money in a bank

You keep riding your rank

Your rank

I know there's no end to your lies

No switches for the light

No cure for your plight

and no wind your paper kite

Torn to pieces

On roses

You won't sleep

There's a caffeine stain on your midnight soul

A caffeine stain on your midnight soul

A caffeine stain on your midnight soul

Your midnight soul

Making a midnight howl

You won't sleep until you sign on the dotted line