Misery, Not Memory

In these woods our beauty lies
 In misery, not memory
 I've eaten pills no one should swallow
 Wound up naked on the floor
 Used a gun that wasn't clean
 Now I wonder
 Slept with whores and fell in love
 The bottom was so far away
 No scars to remind
 No villains at my throat
 No kind words will help
 Help me, won't someone help me
 In misery, not memory
 I've tripped so hard no one would follow
 Past side three of The Wall
 Driven blind and made it home
 Hit head on and walked away
 Why am I unpunished when
 Beauty meets an early end
 I'm no victim
 Just curious, curious
 These woods only bring sorrow
 Can't deny and won't admit
 That I belong to it
 I don't understand
 Jimmy slept on John's grave the night we buried him
 Chris was found underneath the floor in the house where he was killed
 They found Frank Thanksgiving morning with the needle still in his arm
 Wake like a Quaker
 Full of promise
 I'm afraid I'll kill again
 Chose the life that's poisoned me
 Leave it all to misery
 Leave it all to misery
 Can't deny
 That I belong to misery