There’s something in the air that’s been making me sick
Spend all my nights just not sleeping
A sense of it all crumbling down, the sour taste at the back of my mouth
I’ve been saying so long for so long, I’ve been saying so long for so long
And all of these thoughts they hang around for too long, and too long

I wish the M5 was a mobius strip that I could ride out forever if I didn’t get stuck in traffic
All the things I’d like to tell you just crumble up like dust in our attic room,
We can sit and talk about our feelings over our family heirlooms,
I miss them, too

Because I am a plant growing towards an open window and I am the surface of a planet not for humans livable
All of these thoughts they fly around like vultures picking at our vacant corpses and
I try not to think about it, because if I think too much about it
Then everybody that I see from my skylight don’t look too much like me

And ever since you moved from your new home, I’ve been seeing in the walls ghosts
Pretending to be familiar pieces of furniture when you’re not alone

And I’ve been having visions of getting sick, I see the house that I might die in
I see old fashioned furnishings, I see the objects you’ll be burdened with
And I see myself spitting blood, I see myself on the verge of throwing up
I see the skin falling off my bones like I can simply pull it off

If the water gets hot enough
If the water gets hot enough then maybe we could take a shower together
In there we can talk much better. The sound of the falling water
Reminds me that I have not had anyone to talk to

And I feel alive, everytime that we talk I feel alive
There is an empty home a couple of streets away from where you father was born
And where you finally moved out and managed to escape.
I try not to think about it. Because if I think too much about it
Then everybody that I see from my skylight don’t think too much like me

And ever since you’ve moved to your new home I’ve been seeing in the walls ghosts
Pretending to be familiar pieces of furniture when you’re not alone
And they surround you like overly curious but well-intentioned relatives
Wide-eyed ask how it’s all been going. I don’t wanna talk about it.