im glad you still came by
it wasn't really icy outside
I was just in one of my moods
now we're laughing on wet sheets in my room
my brothers slept on the couch
while deer hooves made holes in the ground
maybe my brother's blood
dripped down on me from the top bunk
i keep telling myself everbody's hell's better than my own
and my hell is my own
the neighbor's were young back then
and their homes were new to them
now they can't sleep at night
because their husbends are dying inside
these houses are headstones. these basements are graves
after getting out I never though i'd want back in