I woke up Saturday With the memory Of a movie Playing backwards One I'd never seen It was in a dream
So I walked to your house I could tell you, but you're not home Or you're sleeping Maybe dreaming The same thing
Your mom was cooking In the kitchen She was kissin' Me all over my face Is that okay? I was okay
I wrote you a letter in the back of your basement Written in blood so thick you could taste it Seeping through the pages Fluid from my veins and Thoughts from my head Make words in your basement
I'm getting sicker Yeah, my filters getting thinner I am saying What I really mean I am sorry Not really
I woke up Sunday I was buried In the woods Behind my house I was choking on an insect It reminds me
Back in your old house Where you're lonely Where you're pretty Where you love me Where they touch me That's where I spit On everything
I wrote you a letter in the back of your basement Written in blood so thick you could taste it Seeping through the pages Fluid from my veins and Thoughts from my head Make words in your basement
I love your band You're so angry You're so angry You are trying To tell me But I'm not here I'm not anywhere
