I shoulda said I hate your guts
I shoulda left what you’re part of,
I shoulda turned and ran like hell, like hell.
Starving horses in a pen,
You left them scarecrows in the rain
I wish I hadn’t heard your voice, in the first place
All because you couldn’t bring,
Yourself to open your sweet mouth
You left them scarecrows in the rain, in the rain.
My memories trapped in a jar
I hate myself ‘cause I am you.
I should have turned and ran like hell, like hell.