Bed Sores

I'm glad that you still came by

But it wasn't really icy outside

I was just in one of my moods

Now we're laughing on the sheets in my room

My mother she slept on the couch

While deer hooves made holes in the ground

Maybe my brothers blood

Dripped on me from the top bunk

I keep telling myself

Everybody's hell's better than my own

And my hell's my own

The neighbors were young back then

And their homes were new to them

Now they can't sleep at night

Cause their husbands are dying inside

Their husbands are dying inside

I keep telling myself

Everybody's hell's better than my own

And my hell's my own

These houses are headstones

These basements they are graves

After getting out, I

I never thought I, would want back in

I want back in

I keep telling myself

Everybody's hell's better than my own

And my hell's my own

(Everybody's hell's better than my own)

And my hell's my own