You wanted to hear something dark?
The scar on my leg is the shape of a heart
It was bloody once but now its healed
And I saw through the skin once but now its sealed

And the harbored carnal truth
Is that in lying to you, I lost a tooth
(My mouth was stretched to wide
To hold my teeth in when I lied)

My faulty wiring has designed
A crashing of my spirit which repeats in standard time
(The metronome of the seasons
Sparks in me the unwillingness to reason)

It was only my Wednesday
Thursday will bring me the truth.
Who said Mondays were the worst?
They come first but bring the tidings of the week

As I chase around my tale
Told by midwives and men drunk on ale
I uncover the infuriating and awful crime
Of my story keeping time
To the falling
And the failing
Of what is mine