Words keep falling from my mouth,
Trying just to slow them down
Keep on spilling around,
Saying, "Why do you hurt me?"
And if anger is my gift,
The only gift I'm fit to bring,
Then put me on your shelf,
See the winter in me
(Chorus)
If it's the only gift I'm fit to give,
Then put me on your shelf,
I don't want to live
What's in that suitcase?
A picture and a name
Brought here from someplace,
Not brought here to stay
She picks up the pieces,
Puts down the phone
Yes baby's not speaking to her angel anymore, no
(C)
If it's the only gift I'm fit to give,
Then put me on your shelf,
I don't want to live
If it's the only gift I'm fit to give,
Then put me on your shelf,
I don't want to live, this way, this way, my love,
This way, this way, my love
All of my actions
Of no consequence of you
My love and affection just doesn't know what to do
How can I love anyone else,
When I can't trust my