You're shaking bad in your sheetnconvulcing like you didn't eatnyou don't know what's more scary,nyour door open or closed.nDo I look like a dead body?nyour jumping jaw asked me (?)nwith the funniest smile I've ever seennyour soul was coming out your eyes.nPiles of clothes and photographsnfill the floor where I collapsenthe walls grow blue andnI'm trying to lift my head.nNow I'm dying in this living roomnmy stomach turns to sandnyeah, why do I fight the good timesnlike I'm sure that I'll be damned...nnand I fear what I've donenmeans I've lost what I lovennHardwood floor carry soundsncarry slow to my earsnit's the words I can't recognizenbut I'm trying hard to hearncause my eyes can't find the thingsnthat they're looking for down herenand brown leaves are coveringnanother wasted day this year.nThe lights strung out across the yardnremind me of a time when I triednto be a light, ya know, god I try to shine.nBut the cross seems so high tonightnand glory I can't find.nOh could you tilt in so you're leaning downnor would you pull me back inside...nnand I fear what I've donenmeans I've lost what I lovennSo carry me homento the door beneath the sand.nSo carry me homento the sounds of angel bands.