Fog In The House Of Lightbulbs

the cross in the middle of the room

but the ghost who sleeps in the kitchen sink

and the one who shines my shoes all put the money in a bag

and left the house before the blizzards came

the summer's got his teeth in me again

but my bones are sweating and my clothes are gone

and i can't get enough to drink

so now the place to be is where the moonlight never blinks

and i'd love to explain but truth be told i'm not sure what to think

so now i'm going to bed

i woke up with my head stuffed full of fog

beyond it out into the livingroom

until i couldn't see the floors or walls

and as the sun cut through i finally found a place to lay

the skeleton in my closet left his home

now he sits up on the rooftop and shouts my secrets with a megaphone

and as the shit hit the fan i packed my bags and caught the train

and i'd like to point the finger but there's no one left to blame

now there's nothing left to protect me from the rain

and it's really coming down..

it's the thought that burns you out

it's the hook that drags you under

and it's the grin that rats you out

it's a snowstorm in the summer

it's the sky that spoils the cloud

it's the burn marks on your mother

and it's the thought that burns you out

it's the hook that drags you under and so on..

boring and twisting.. a moth stuck in the ground

has made a house of your lightbulbs

mottled and crooked

a hiccup in the sound

is like a smudge on the tv

like a crick in your neck

like mistakes that you never regret

it's the look upon your face

it's the rat that lost the race

it's the shivers in your spine

it's the heart you'll never find

it's the names in wet cement

it's the things you can't forget

it's the fear of growing old

it's the life you'll never know

it's the scratches in your teeth

it's the time you left for weeks

it's the age when you didn't care, darling

cutthroat and ambling

the help that's never around

just like a wish on your birthday

tired and empty

attacks on what you found

is like a spot on invention

like a bug in your food

like a thing that's too good to be true.. and so.