I'm glad you got away, I just can’t seem to leave
I feel antagonizing, just this widow’s peak
I am my own canary, in my own mine of coal
I get the strongest drink in the unstirred punch bowl
I give myself no margin but to the edge I’ve strayed
The yard is overgrown, there is no mail today
The shadows move around me, all it would take to change
Is a movement of myself to some other place
I am a deep snow angel in the melted snow
I put my hand on the plow, turned away from the row
Now I don’t know the devil, but I know my own dismay
The yard is overgrown, there is no mail today
I am a broken gambler, the house will always win
Looking up to the sky and there’s no sky within
But maybe not to gamble is the greater wrong
So I will be that villain and that canary blonde
The ground is warm and healthy and so much time to play
The yard is overgrown, there is no mail today
