I dug the hole that the old man sees
He lets me leave but he keeps my teeth
I made friends with the boy in the sea
The old man and the dog remind me who's lonely
The door upstairs leads me to a creaky chair
Water falling in a line, pullin out my spine
I'll take a bite of my sweetest trip
So I will remember what that burning is
I dream through milky eyes that cover him up
I choose to forget I'll say I made him up
These forks are facing up and my hands are on the sink standing
On the apple crate, I can
You scream that I am a lucky guy
And the way my eyes bleed remind me why
And I give my head a kiss I feel calm
That I'll never take my shoes off or be a cracked bowl on the list
And stepping to the car will hurt the most
Cuz I won't be here, I'm waiting for the host
(I'm okay with this)
I'm the only roach that feels no pain
I make friends with the son so I can be myself again
You like too much like the street or my crawl
I'll sell you out and leave you spittin in the stall
I won't be seen before the sturdy man
Puts his hands on your shoulders
You'll call someone else again
These forks are facing up and my hands are on the sink
Standing on the apple crate, I can
You scream that I am a lucky guy
And the way my eyes bleed remind me why
And I give my head a kiss I feel calm
That I'll never take my shoes off or be a cracked bowl on the list
And stepping to the car will hurt the most
Cuz I won't be here, I'm waiting for the host