I woke up Saturday
With the memory
Of a movie
Playing backwards
One I'd never seen
It was in a dream
So I walked to your house
I could tell you, but you're not home
Or you're sleeping
Maybe dreaming
The same thing
Your mom was cooking
In the kitchen
She was kissin'
Me all over my face
Is that okay?
I was okay

I wrote you a letter in the back of your basement
Written in blood so thick you could taste it
Seeping through the pages
Fluid from my veins and
Thoughts from my head
Make words in your basement

I'm getting sicker
Yeah, my filters getting thinner
I am saying
What I really mean
I am sorry
Not really
I woke up Sunday
I was buried
In the woods
Behind my house
I was choking on an insect
It reminds me
Back in your old house
Where you're lonely
Where you're pretty
Where you love me
Where they touch me
That's where I spit
On everything
I wrote you a letter in the back of your basement
Written in blood so thick you could taste it
Seeping through the pages
Fluid from my veins and
Thoughts from my head
Make words in your basement

I love your band
You're so angry
You're so angry
You are trying
To tell me
But I'm not here
I'm not anywhere