Severed Crossed Fingers St. Vincent

[Verse 1]
When your calling ain't calling back to you
I'll be side-stage mouthing lines for you
Humiliated by age, terrified of youth
I got hope, but my hope isn't helping you

[Chorus]
Spitting our guts from their gears
Draining our spleen over years
Find my severed crossed fingers in the rubble there

[Verse 2]
Wake up puddle-eyed, sleeping in a suit
The truth is ugly, well, I feel ugly too
We'll be heroes on every bar stool
Seeing double beats not seeing one of you

[Chorus]
Spitting our guts from their gears
Draining our spleen over years
Found my severed crossed fingers in the rubble there

[Post-Chorus]
Well, you stole the heart right out my chest
Changed the words that I know best
Found my severed crossed fingers in the rubble there