Under your bed,
Under your sheets I will be swept, I'll wear your clothes.
But I'm seeing stars so I'm stuffed in the coffin
And I'll lie in the guest room and I'm equally dusted.
Lifted my arms, stuck in several jars,
There's a map on the ceiling and I'm picturing home.
I can't hold off, I can't... something similar.
I've seen me change, I've watched you go.
But I'm seeing stars so I'm stuffed in the coffin
And I'll lie in the guest room and I'm equally dusted.
Lifted my arms, stuck in several jars,
There's a map on the ceiling and I'm picturing home.
But I'm lying in silence,
Waiting for someone to crawl
Through my window carrying a switch blade.
I cannot rest with this train in my chest,
And I'm waiting for someone to stick me to death.
I can't hold off, I can't... something similar.
But I'm lying in silence,
Waiting for someone to crawl through my house with a fork and knife.
I cannot rest with this train in my chest,
And I'm waiting for someone to stick me to death.