Don't go knocking on my door now

Don't try to call again tonight

I'm not sorry that I hurt you

But boy

I'm sorry if you think

That you can make things right

You know damn well you're not welcome

Round here no more

Or anywhere near me for that matter

I'm done opening my doors

You handed me the scissors

So what did you expect

You can cry all you want

But you'll never escape the dead man's chest