this infection

There's nothing for me in this town.
It's cold outside. The air is still.
I'll burn this place straight to the ground.

My heart lives in the lost and found.
I do love you. There's no ill will.
There's nothing for me in this town.

I'm not allowed to make a sound -
it takes a certain kind of skill.
I'll burn this place straight to the ground.

I wear a stolen evening gown
and curl up on the window-sill.
There's nothing for me in this town.

The patron saint of those who drown.
They choke me up with sleeping pills.
I'll burn this place straight to the ground.

They beat me up and stole my crown.
They moved in and they took the kill.
There's nothing for me in this town.
I'll burn this place straight to the ground.