Survivor's Guilt

Two, three, four
 God, what a mess I must seem?
 In the back of a theatre, the scene where the dog has to die
 I'm upset, but at best, keep your hands off my chest
 Can't a girl mourn the death of a dog in the back of a theatre in peace?
 The carpet left marks on our face
 I remember the sun was still out as if nothing had changed
 I could see through the window at minimal height
 No obstructions at all, just the pure virgin light
 Can't a girl mourn the death of her dog in the back of a theatre in peace anymore?
 Can't a girl mourn the death of her dog in the back of a theatre in peace anymore?
 I never wanted the space
 I can picture the cause of the clearing and the look on your face
 You can fool me once, and I'll actually believe you
 If you fool me twice, I'm like putty in your hands
 Just like a lamb, I'll trust you in the still heat
 Sucking the finger of the butcher who'll kill me
 Sucking the finger of the butcher who'll kill me
 All that I am
 All that you are
 Call me a liar, I've heard it before
 Call me a cab
 All the blood spilled
 Get in the car, it's survivor's guilt
 Uh, uh, uh-uh, uh-uh