Killerwood - Fireside

Kind of hard feeling

Like when someone complains on clothes

Or something else that is stuck in the throat

Hard and lonely

I never understood

Come home again

Come home

I never understood

The aching in my throat is still as hard as before

I did not know or understand

I’m older now but just as young

I’m the same person

Selfish

The selfishness that crawls upon you when you least expect

Like a spider in your bed

That you have layed into pieces

But still not

It doesn’t die

No it’s still there