Buckets of blood and bins of tissue,
You'd need to learn how to "walk in his shoes,"
Before you could throw them away like he does.
He lowers the windows out of shame and guilt.
He thinks that I don't smell the hills
That he goes to die on at night.
"You'll learn," he says through his teeth-
As cologne pollutes the air I breathe:
"One day you'll learn the hard way."
He turns the volume up in his car,
Trying to forget our parts,
In the end of the world.
Oh I'll learn.
Oh I'll learn.
I'll learn the hard way.
Oh I'll learn.
Yeah I'll learn.
I'll learn the hard way.