Smells like fresh paint

A show [?] to fit in

Never at home to live in

Sealing boxes

To push back memories

Hiding the grief she lives in (ohh…)

Stuck with this feeling

Painting [?]

And she starts over and over and over

She’s got to no one to get ready for

No one, no one

[Chorus]

Buried to carry this

Side by side with the [?]

Pain is an anchor

She’s buried to carry this

Side by side with the [?]

Pain is an anchor

Buried deep under

Dust on the floor

How long will she stay?

Closure won’t come from weeping [?]

Inertia settling [?]

And same old boxes taking more and more and more and more space

She’s got to no one

She’s got to no one

She’s got to no one to get ready for

No one, no one

[Chorus]

Buried to carry this

Side by side with the [?]

Pain is an anchor

She’s buried to carry this

Side by side with the [?]

Pain is an anchor

Buried deep under