I'm buried alive again,
Six feet deep beneath the bed
Wrapped in sheets and stained in red,
Tomorrow night we'll play this game again

Alone, alone, alone I'll stay
Drowning in the choices made
Keep the wolves and ghosts at bay
Content I sit bound in bags of weight

I already miss your taste

The cool kids did, the cool kids should
When all along we never missed
I still feel you beneath my skin
Within the bruises from your goodnight kiss

Not too old but not too young
We sure know how to kill the fun
With voices with loaded guns
Pick the threads a threat to come undone

I still miss your taste

The cool kids did, the cool kids should
When all along we never missed
I still feel you beneath my skin
Within the bruises from your goodnight kiss

Blow out the sun
With a life like quicksand the act of dying slowly has only
Just begun as we pull the thread's a threat to come undone

The cool kids did, the cool kids should
When all along we never missed
I still feel you beneath my skin
Within the bruises from your goodnight kiss