all those promises, like seeds, you were quick to sow
that you tore from the earth before they could fully grow
your hands ripped through the dirt where love did once reside
aint you an indian giver; the thorn in my side
there are victories born of defeat
they live in the air that i push from my throat to my teeth
they live in the words i arrange before i speak
they've always been mine, and so they are free.
and my greatest success ive found now, im free.
of the thickening plot set to destroy me
lay your burdens down on some new mind
you're an indian giver, but ill be thankful in time.