My basement is flooded with psychedelic musicSo I float on the sofa surrounded by fumes and smokeI don't really care where you areOr what you're doing..
You of all people should knowThat not every line can become a songAnd not every heart can heal back upAnd people are only peopleAnd we all feel painAn..
My parent's argument staggers onto the highwayWhile I'm bleeding out in the back seatAnd I look at them, wonderingIf the blood only rushes out,Why doe..
I used to hide behind the couches in the entrywayPressing my tiny palms against the wallAnd tucking my knees up to my chestNot because it was a gameBu..