Testo Coda: A Burn Scar In The Shape Of The Sooner State

run the water 'til it scalds you know that i'm listening
pitter-patter runs the shower hits the bare porcelain
watch the dirt run down the plughole, hear an echo within
they described you in detail, i knew everything...

an artist's impression of the manhattan skyline
and a soon to be burned scar in the perfect shape of the sooner state
i fall to my knees my piss-soaked jeans
the first time, the last time, all the times in-between
the first time, the last time, all the times i would've liked there to have been

i can't believe i chose the mountains every time you chose the sea...