I sleep on trains
When I don’t have a place to go
When you come in laughing with friends
It’s embarrassing, I know
Your faces aglow
From the crisp December air
Everybody’s heading home
I guess we’re all headed somewhere
You’re kinda making it worse
But it doesn’t really matter
I’m always sad
So go on, take what you need
You’re kinda making it worse
But now it doesn’t even matter
I’m always sad
And it’s my black wolf that I feed
There was a Heaven
A billion billion birds were born
Someone ground it down
Now there’re no more angels to mourn
In a busted land
Of thrown-out souls and rot
Guess it’s easier knowing
Where I live, it’s nothing I’m not
You’re kinda making it worse
But it doesn’t really matter
I’m always sad
So go on, do what you need
You’re kinda making it worse
But now it doesn’t really matter
I’m always sad
So go on, take what you need
And I know who gave me this curse
But now that doesn’t even matter
I’m always sad
And it’s my black wolf that I feed…
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