Dandelions And Empty Cans

when the clouds first parted
you were warm for a while
now you're just a tree stump
in a suburb overrun by dandelions
and empty cans and cigarettes
and citrus flavored bottles of wine

used to be so precious
you don't wanna be trash
but you've turned so rotten
that you pour your stomach knots in plastic bags
and bang your head against the wall
and bang your head against the wall

[chorus]
now little girls with razor blades
are carvin' out their shame
you never mean to hurt them
but you do it anyway

from the picnic table
to the chain link fence
i'm afraid of you you're afraid of me
we're afraid of everybody else
and dandelions and empty cans
and dandelions and empty cans

[chorus]