Down on the couch at 4 am
Eyes bleeding underneath pupils sharp as a pin
Ghosts gather round ready to eat
All the toast that's left or whatever lies in the street
My swelling heart feels ready to fail
Like the leaves on the trees fighting against the wind's wail
Can anyone take it all in stride? Can you lose and remain quiet?
When the wishing well runs dry, can you wish away your fire?
Today they found my ghost, wrapped up in ribbons and bows
Ready to spend an eternity in an attic on the coast
Down on the coast the waves crash
Hiding the footprints of the children dancing en masse
They're feasting away on the plentiful fruit
That molds in the cellar and grows like a demon's root
I'm drooling like a jackal ready to eat
All the carcasses lined up easily at his feet
Can anyone take it all in stride? Can you lose and remain quiet?
When the bigger hands engulf your soul can squeeze your way out?
Today they found my blanket covered in dirt and ripped
Dangling on a tree outside my ghost's lonely attic
Can anyone take it all in stride? Can you lose and remain quiet?
When the wishing well runs dry, can you wish away your fire?
Today they found my ghost, wrapped up in ribbons and bows
Ready to spend an eternity in an attic on the coast
