text: Theres blood in the sink and hes plunging his wrists in
  A hangover halo is washing away
  Mechanic-school dropout stares into the mirror
  Stands up in his derelict daydreams
  Always too tall, always walked around wearing
  A smile that was never quite sure of itself
  Planning a future of failures inflicted
  In phone calls from strip clubs and bail bonds
  Theres a light left on
  Theres a pace to our direction
  Theres a movie still
  Of a heart Id like to mention
  Dont give me that look, I looked harder than most did
  Let details like sharp nails punch holes in my shoes
  Soft-traced to frown as I put the receiver down
  Where do I go for a pardon?
  Theres a light left on
  Theres a pace to our direction
  Theres a movie still
  Of a heart Id like to mention
  Were listing whats left:
  A signed Slayer t-shirt
  A car up on blocks in his mothers backyard