Sleeping Under The House

Said I’m on your mind
In empty bottles of wine or
Anything you’d like,
It’s just a sign of the times,
Said I’m in your sights,
So prep your shot or knife,
Go bring home a slice,
Mount the head and throw away the hide.

As I breathe
I make believe,
To find relief
When you speak.

I think I’m out of bounds,
I’m out of air and clouds,
I’m sleeping under the house,
Crushed between my waking doubts,
Take whatever you want,
I think I’m out of thoughts
To throw you down to the ground
And keep you there for the count.

As I breathe
I make believe,
To find relief
When you speak.

You are the sand in my shoes
Without a single use, well,
You trailed my youth
Leaving footprints in rear view
As the tides roll in and the time is gone again,
Can we still pretend that it never, never, never ends?

You won’t belong now, no it won’t be long,
Until you’re one of us, just a wick burning in the sun,
A life without love, oh a life without love,
Now isn’t that a goddamn shame?

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