I will lose you if I can't be alone
I'm in love with your eyes when you get me stoned
Drive me home and I'll sleepwalk back to you
I am the girl that I thought I outgrew
Twenty-two years old in my parents' home
Still speaking in whispers on the phone
Grandma lit up, cursing in the guest room
All pissed-off over the font on the family tomb
When I leave, I'll leave in a quiet way
But I'm too quiet to do anything but stay
I keep trying to outline a better life
But the pen's run dry, yeah, the pen's run dry
And the lines never come out right anyway
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
There are monsters everywhere I turn
In disguises my young self couldn't discern
See them now in my brother's passing
I see them now in my father's absence
One is curled in a bedside wineglass
In the master bedroom, on Mother's half
I can hear the floorboards on which they creep
I can feel their fingers while I sleep
In a dream, I am fourteen all again
Watching my big brother talk to them
Saying: She ain't half your height
Pick on someone else tonight
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Oh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Oh, oh, ooh, ooh
