08 - Scarecrow

Scarecrow you know why I must leave, all the weight you bare you cannot carry me. You know you're just like your mother, had your bags all packed to go, and you hid your heart from everyone you know. You said you'd never love another unless they bore your own name, though your kin they trample on you just the same. I gave my love to a harlot I'm told, and the blackness of a scarecrow no one knows, I'm red in the blood that I have drained, that I waisted in her rain. You love that he takes your picture you love that he worships you, if you can't see it then soon you will. You frequent the same strip clubs, you love to watch the ladies dance, you always knew I don't do shit like that. While I was out in Scotland, you were out with him, he took your shot and you threw up your limbs. I gave my love to a harlot I'm told, and the blackness of a scarecrow you cannot hold, I'm red in the blood that I have drained, that I waisted in her rain. You deserve applause for splitting me in two, I count you on the list of a mortal few. And I hope that you are happy, I could only wish you the best, for your beauty vacant, setting in the west. This may just sound redundant because you've chosen your own fate, there's more to you than just a pretty face. I'll give my love to a harlot I will, and the blackness of a scarecrow you cannot kill, I'm red in the blood that I have drained, that I waisted waiting for her rain.