Obstacle 1

I wish I could eat the salt off of your lost faded lips We can cap the old times Make playing only logical harm We can cap the old lines Make playing that nothing else will change But she can read, she can read, she can read She can read she's bad She can read, she can read She can read she's bad Oh, she's bad But it's different now that I'm poor and aging I'll never see this face again You go stabbing yourself in the neck And we could find new ways of living Make playing only logical harm And we could top the old times Clay-making that nothing else will change But she can read, she can read, she can read She can read she's bad She can read, she can read She can read she's bad Oh, she's bad It's different now that I'm poor and aging I'll never see this place again You go stabbing yourself in the neck But it's different now that I'm poor and aging I'll never see this place again And you'll go stabbing yourself in the neck It's in the way that she poses She packs it away She packs it away She packs it away She packs it away She packs it away She packs it away She packs it away It's in the way that she walks Her heaven is never enough She puts the weights in my heart She puts it, she puts the weights into my little heart