Growing anger Lay it down Save for later Lay it down Leaving Portland Broken town Leaving all that I've ever had What a waste of life What a waste of life Let it go (Take him) Why not recreate the scene (Under) Limb from limb I'm torn, is he (And lay him down) Can't demand more sympathy If you pay for mistakes You won't make any (I'll rest) The casket locks the feelings in (Knowing) The tomb protects the space I'm in (He can't come out) At least he's resting now Or fertilizing ground