All my days are lightning   Still don't need a friend, I'm left to move   Picture spread still frightening   I burn those sticks alone   It's not my home      I feel her hand upon my leg   Am I still or am I true?   The words no longer feed my head   A cat would never mess my bed      Bold as thrills are sometimes   You can't bleed every day, I'm packed away   Cold as he will tell you   My sign is what I say and I can't say      The father came, hit and run   We never knew where he came from   The father came, hit and run   We never knew just what he'd done   I'm left undone