This Isn't You

What's in the trunk?

Who's in the body bag?

They're sizing you up

You're burning your oxygen

And yet there's something off

This isn't you

This isn't you

I know. I know

This isn't you

I know that you told me too

I know I know

There's blood on the grass

Your wet hair is a crucifix

They're bleeding you out

Your shadow's stitched where you stand

It's not like I'm buried in

All you can bear to see

All I would want to say

Nothing is wrong with me

And my mind it says again

I'm told again

I'll swear again

This isn't you

This isn't you

I know. I know

This isn't you

I know that you told me too

I know I know