i see you for what you really are you’re nothing but a pile of bones so paper white crush them crush them crush them i will crush them sweep them into a pile and throw them out my front door
the only air i breathe is that of your paper white bones and cigarette smoke that lingers when i come home please tell me that it won’t take too long for us to get for us to get home
i have a feeling that there’s something wrong something so terribly wrong tell me what’s wrong something will change before the day is gone before your eyelids fall surrendering to slumber
please don’t run away from here i am fearful please be weary of this fear i feel please don’t run away from here i am fearful please stay where i can see you my dear