the cross in the middle of the roomnnbut the ghost who sleeps in the kitchen sinknnand the one who shines my shoes all put the money in a bagnnand left the house before the blizzards camennnnthe summer's got his teeth in me againnnbut my bones are sweating and my clothes are gonennand i can't get enough to drinknnso now the place to be is where the moonlight never blinksnnand i'd love to explain but truth be told i'm not sure what to thinknnso now i'm going to bednnnni woke up with my head stuffed full of fognnbeyond it out into the livingroomnnuntil i couldn't see the floors or wallsnnand as the sun cut through i finally found a place to laynnthe skeleton in my closet left his homennnow he sits up on the rooftop and shouts my secrets with a megaphonennand as the shit hit the fan i packed my bags and caught the trainnnand i'd like to point the finger but there's no one left to blamennnow there's nothing left to protect me from the rainnnand it's really coming down..nnnnit's the thought that burns you outnnit's the hook that drags you undernnand it's the grin that rats you outnnit's a snowstorm in the summernnit's the sky that spoils the cloudnnit's the burn marks on your mothernnand it's the thought that burns you outnnit's the hook that drags you under and so on..nnnnboring and twisting.. a moth stuck in the groundnnhas made a house of your lightbulbsnnmottled and crookednna hiccup in the soundnnis like a smudge on the tvnnlike a crick in your necknnlike mistakes that you never regretnnnnit's the look upon your facennit's the rat that lost the racennit's the shivers in your spinennit's the heart you'll never findnnit's the names in wet cementnnit's the things you can't forgetnnit's the fear of growing oldnnit's the life you'll never knownnit's the scratches in your teethnnit's the time you left for weeksnnit's the age when you didn't care, darlingnnnncutthroat and amblingnnthe help that's never aroundnnjust like a wish on your birthdaynntired and emptynnattacks on what you foundnnis like a spot on inventionnnlike a bug in your foodnnlike a thing that's too good to be true.. and so.