Dear head shut up
I can’t listen no more
It’s late so shut up
Is one night too much to ask for
You are a haunted house
You’re superstitious
You are the coldest stone-carved marble faces
I won’t fall down that fucking rabbit hole
I’m barely standing on the ground
All the hints that you leave
Are too hard to believe at all
I won’t fall down that fucking rabbit hole
With you again
This bed on fire
I can’t sleep here no more
Too late and tired
Dreaming down on the floor
I am a haunted house
I’m superstitious
I am a cardboard cutout old and faded