I've been cursed, I've been crossed
I've been beaten by the ones that get me up
I've been cut, I've been opened up
I've been shattered by the ones I thought I loved.

You left me here like a chalk outline
On the sidewalk waiting for the rain to wash away.
You keep coming back to the scene of the crime
But the dead can't speak and there's nothing left to say anyway.
All you left behind is a chalk outline.

I've been cold in the crypt
But not as cold as words across your lips
You'll be sorry, baby, someday
When you'll reach across the bed where my body used to lay.

You left me here like a chalk outline
On the sidewalk waiting for the rain to wash away.
You keep coming back to the scene of the crime
But the dead can't speak and there's nothing left to say anyway.
All you left behind is a chalk outline.