[Prozac]

I was dreaming something bad
Hiding body parts
A broken dagger, broken leg
I left it cold, I left it dead

Oh I'm a guilty one
And I know what I have done
Yeah, I'm a troubled one
And I won't be forgiven

Guilty on the run
And I know what I have done
Guilty on the run
And I'm never forgiven

I was just a kid
That you could not forgive
Because it's harder

I was just a kid
And all I really wanted was my father

I killed a dog so smart and red
Touched his techni-coloured hair
I left it bruised and black and lame
I left it running for shame

Spent years singing to forget him
Spent years singing, no regrets
Then suddenly it all becomes clear
I've been sorry all these years