They Know I Came And Got You
But They Don’t Know Where I Put You.
Think He’s Hiding Out Under Stares.
Think She’s Drying Out Over There.
Now He’s Drinking On The Vodka,
Eyes You Like A Monster.
He’s Got Two Brains
In A Pink Backpack
And A Roll Of Tape
And A Black Ski Mask.
So The Internal Bleeding In My Brain
Lives To Fight Another Day.
I’ve Been Trying To Find Myself,
Lost Inside A Limbo Daze.
The Coarse, I’m Going Crazy.
I’ve Got No Where Left To Go,
Waiting On The Gauntlet.