Twisted Wreckage

just not your day
it may not be your life
you float around in circles
watch the waves
that take you
and break you
forsake you

nobody here will raise a glass
or shed a tear
nobody wants a souvenir
a piece of twisted wreckage

it's not your fault
things don't work out like you thought
you build new traps
push the buttons 'til you're caught
they paid you
they made you
degrade you

nobody here will raise a glass
or shed a tear
nobody wants a souvenir
a piece of twisted wreckage

sorry, you're so sorry
you confess that it's all true
sorry, you're so sorry
but you're sorry just for you

so fuck your friends
before they can fuck you
and fuck their wives
why not fuck their girlfriends too
they'll lay you
and play you
betray you

nobody here will raise a glass
or shed a tear
nobody needs a souvenir
a pile of twisted wreckage
twisted wreckage
twisted wreckage that was you

©1993 • Lyrics & Music: Jessie Jacobson

Produced by Jessie Jacobson

Brian Bielski: Keyboard Pulse, Shaker
Sam Graf: Slide Guitar
Katriina Huotari: Keyboards
Jessie Jacobson: Lead & Backing Vocals, Guitars
Jarrett Lesko: Acoustic Guitar, Backing Vocal