His rum bottle,Her medicine cabinet.The crib is gone,The trampoline is set.
Back to back we sleepThere’s a dark black mass inside of meIt swells in the night as you snore The clock ticks downstairs The sofa…
This man upstairsrunning a vacuum…He’s a big manunafraid of thingsthat…
I can’t speakYou won’t hear me above your own wordsEven if you do, you won’t acknowledge it
My mind is cloudedLike a rainy dayPay attention!