in her desknnbeneath her chairnnwe found clumps of hairnnhere and therennout in the hall chris stumbled and fellnni slipped back inside my wallnnto hide behind the wallsnnit goes on for miles through empty roomsnnhe slowly smilesnnbut late at night when you're alonennhands first through the cracksnnthen come the feet to your bednnto lick where you blednnon your scraped knee scraped just for mennbehind the walls it goes on for milesnnthrough empty rooms he slowly smilesnnn