Awful Things - From Indian Lakes, Arms and Sleepers

(Do do da, do do da

Do do da, do do…)

My thoughts are slowly coming out loud

I flinch each time I hear them out loud

I guess I know what it’s like now

To be honest

To see what I’m hiding

In the closet

Do I still look the same to you now

Am I still clean enough?

(Do do da, do do da…)

We slowly sink into cigarette ash

You sleep while I tip the bottle back

I guess we’ve seen what it’s like now

To be lovers

To scream that we’re nothing

Without each other

Can I lay back and close my eyes

And pretend you’re mine?

(Do do da, do do da…)

Have we made a fool of love?

Have we taken all the good away?

If we’re not supposed to be alone

Then I’m begging you to stay

Here

I saw your face in the mirror last night

Blood stained your clothes

Bags under your eyes

I guess you’ve heard what I’m like now

Just a body

You’re haunting our bedroom

And the hallway

And I still hear your voice in my head

Saying awful things