Awful Things

Awful Things - From Indian Lakes

My thoughts are slowly coming out now

I flinch each time I hear them out loud

I guess I know what it's like now

To be honest

You've seen what I'm hiding in the closet

Do I still look the same to you now

Am I still clean enough

We slowly sink into cigarette ash

You sleep while I tip the bottle back

I guess we've seen what it's like now

To be lovers

We scream that we are nothing

Without each other

Can I lay back and close my eyes

And pretend you're mine

Have we made a fool of love

Have we take all the good away

If we are not supposed to be alone

Then I'm begging you to stay

Here

I saw your ghost in the mirror last night

Blood stained your clothes

Bags under your eyes

I guess you've heard what I'm like now

Just a body

You're haunting my bedroom

And the hallway

I still hear your voice in my head

And it's saying awful things