I whispered to you across a faulty light rotton apples on my bed after dreaming that youre mine snakes in the garden, snakes in my bed snakes wrapped around my heart, choking me dead
head lay on your lap and I, know I'm home but this is a useless love, you're not my own
you drum your fingers on my back door but you won't come in and the paint begins to peel as you side step this in
release me from this chokehold I'm tired now gripped too tight to shed this skin
this is a useless love you're not my own but just to see your face is to come home