Howling at the wall
Been ingesting tiny flakes of paint for way too long
Still can't see anything at all
And I'm not at home, not here
I'm not at home here
Solid bones won't hold
They feed the blight, spouting mold
A cat clawed tongue, a still hushed hum
A language all its own
While I'm burning up alone, whirring thoughts still shake my bones, but I think I'm fine alone
If only you wouldn't stay the night
If only you'd stop wasting all my time
If only I could learn to be happy I'm alive, then maybe I'll be fine