Chillen in the crawlspace
Tv plays things
Hanging with spiders
We are free to exist
A bottle of wine inside
Rather not drink the poison
Still going to my head
Tonight I keep hidden
So many words gone
Fading in a distant memory
The terrible things I did to me
Hurt when it comes
Intoxicated when I leave
All fragments in time
Trapped under our house
Rusty nails feel like home
Its all inside my drunken mind