My skins so tight. Teeth like razor blades. Back of my throat are keys to the door to the house in my heart. I'm not done. Fire, put out. I see what you mean lost in my head Pitch I sleep all of my heart Be burning to pieces a wooden home Everything I should've known I know everybody wants me dead. I feel you never would've want me around I I'm not wrong. I see what you mean I know what see. I'm just a piece of shit and my tongue twist like a snake. I should've known that you hate me. I should've know your fire to my wooden house. To every little sound to every little. I am not feeling awake now.