Artista: Conor Oberst
  Canción: Blowtorch

I hope you don't know what went wrong,
Cause if you did you'd surely stab me dead.
I hope you don't think it was all my fault,
But if you do I guess that doesn't matter much anyway.

But its not like I expected all the people
I respected to come tumbling down on top of me
And acting like I'm choking
So you can't that I've been choking on every word I've ever tried to say to you

It's nothing i intended this welcome that i have extended to be revoked in spite of me
in spite of me, in spite of me.

I hope you don't think less of me,
But if you do it wouldn't shock me too much.
I hide myself inside of a plastic bag
Cause at least that way you won't have to see my ugly face.

But I'm not afraid of losing all these atoms I'm been fusing
With the blowtorch that you gave to me
And can't you see that I'm bending from the wooden postcards that you've been sending 
I sprained my back it's easier
And you'd think I'm broken from the Family fun token that she gave to me
But it's rusting in my hands
The token is rusting in my hands
The token is rusting in my hands
Token is rusting in my hands
Token is rusting in my hands
Token is rusting in my
Rusting in my hands and I'm pudding in your hands
it's rusting in my hands
so take it away from me
Just get it away from me.
Take this away from me
Before, before, before I am