Lyrics

On the muddiest day of the year, things were not quite right.
I had a fever of 103, and I hadn't slept at all that night.
And in the morning, came the sunlight, I saw what I had built in the night.
It was an effigy, but not of all of me, just the parts I'd like to ignite.

And oh, what you see in me is open honesty, but I have nothing more to give. And hey, you'll believe in me and I will let you down, you see I'm just another scarecrow, kid. Yes I am.

I am made up of hopes and bones, all of which can catch fire.
So I'll hold near all of me that I hold dear, and then I'll burn the rest in the funeral pyre.
And no, I don't need no help, I can screw it up all by myself, with words shot like arrows at the truth.
They miss the mark again, and then I see that there are better men, so I turn and retreat back to youth.