The mortal sin the fatal flaw You own the room like Blanche DuBois Conversation stops when you walk in The little things that follow you Rumors, Lies, the goddamn truth You float above the things you said and did But I know your energy I'd never count you down You'll burn this joint down to the ground Your fingerprints your calling cards The cigarettes The cotton balls You leave a trail of bread crumbs where you've been The endless nights, the stolen lies The bold excuse, the alibi They think they've got you cornered once again But time's your currency; a year can be so cruel Take the kings and turn them all to fools Blackballed You've been shut down Blackballed find another town You'd never join the club that would have had you anyway Blackballed you've been kicked out It's all they ever talk about You're gonna show them all what they were missing anyway You always say the check was sent You always smell like peppermint You pull up in a strange car every time You charm your favorite enemies because they just can't see your game You've burned this town and you'll move on Leave on a smoking bridge and choking on your goddamn name