count your bones
1 by 1
lie awake at night
underground
boxed and glum
left you there for rot
all my fears are overgrown
will someone burn this grove
those august nights
they burn hot as hel.l
and you wake up sweating dreams
it casts a spell
welcome home
its been awhile
do you miss your head
with your tattered clothes
and your blo.ody nose
arent you glad to be rid of the smell
not at all
ill miss the fog through
headlight wash and bed and breath and touch
but ill brave it out
no use getting down