From where I lay I see the basement ceiling
Cobwebs and Halloween crepe paper
Must and mildew itches my nose
I'm allergic and the darkness around is deep
The shadows full of faces and voices I don't know
Hockey stick jammed in the door daylight spills across the floor
Downstairs with my brother Dave
Stop this from happening stop this from happening
I'm shaking I'm afraid
The top door prize a kitty clock
With plastic eyes that move tick tock
All you have to do is something for it
Oh yeah, that's easy I can do it
For Wacky Packs for cardboard chewing gum
For anything Boston Bruins
I don't remember what you did to me or some other kid
I think it was my brother Dave
Something happened, and something is happening still
And I can't wish it away
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Is life defined by moments of pain and suffering
Or is life defined by poetry we're all too stiff to sing
There's a song that I've been chasing
When I catch it I'm gonna rub it on my teeth
For it's just a place holder, for the next thing out of reach
Back to the matter at hand
I have killed you in my mind a thousand times
And I'll kill you again
Back to the matter at hand
I have killed you in my mind a thousand times
And I'll kill you again
But first... I forgive you
But first... I forgive you
It feels good to say that now
I forgive you somehow
It feels good to say that now
I forgive you
Fuck face
Oh yeah
I forgive you
Fuck face