Hang a sign

When I was little I got lost.
Slept in a shopping cart.
Shielding my eyes from the scene of the crime,
I bribed myself not to look back. Oh, at that.

On the high bars and I was pretending.
In my head, I knew the right ending.
Tried to stick, tried to stand, but I never could land.
Decided nothing works out anyway.

Please hang a sign from my grave when I die.
So I can remind you that finally I'm free from it all.
The voices, the stalls,
My razor sharp tongue and my paper trail heart
That never let me forgive myself.

And if I don't come home one night,
Promise you won't leave on one light.
I want to drive by, see the windows dark eyes,
Pretend that there's nobody there.

Please hang a sign from my grave when I die.
So I can remind you that finally I'm free from it all.
The voices, the stalls,
My razor sharp tongue and my paper trail heart
That never let me forgive myself