I’d take forgetting if they sold it Little white bottle, twist and swallow I’d pay cash, no questions asked Just to kill tomorrow It don’t come in a pill Don’t bag up with the trash You can’t strike a match and walk away Watch it turn to ash Some women wind up in prison Behind steel doors and concrete floors Some nights I hear them closing Like they’re waiting at my door What I did walks right behind me I can feel it when it grieves There’s a name I never say now Still it lingers when I breathe If it ever stopped hurting I’d know I’d gone numb I could confess. I won’t. I’ll walk it alone. [Outro – slightly raised, controlled] You don’t know me.
