And these are the thoughts that I have
when I'm alone at home in my bed
and I get scared
And it takes up so much time
and it makes up for nothing
and some people ask why I can't
remember the past
There is this dead women in my lane
she's eating my brain
her skin is soft and white and bright
against the night
There is this man in my house
when I'm not there
he says he knows me from somewhere
And it takes up so much time