performing the same act expecting different results - autumn theory lyrics

you’ve got a mouth like a chainsaw.one word says i hate
you.
youre pleading for a bleeding.
i carve your name
on my lips with a penknife.

you trace my name
on the asphalt with a thin chalk outline.
let the traffic erode my memory.
unsmiling faces
waiting for buses to nowhere
will never know
you laid me to rest at their feet.