(One, two, three, four, five, six)

I was begging to find your name tonight

Chasing the scent of water down the nose

like a hound in the oaks at midnight

Blood pooled in my eyes, so it goes

(And never again)

And never again will I be called into your arms (called into your arms)

Spinning in circles (spinning in circles), barking up the tree,

And I'll never not hear the town of Marquette

and hear you forgetting my name (forgetting my name)

Do you ever scream when you think of me like I do with you? (Were you even listening?)

Wake from a dream that you can't repeat,

kill the figure next to you

There's no proof like scars, they are who we are

Your scent has no trace, but I live on "just in case"

I can't bring myself out of the woods

(Am I out of the woods?)

I am starting to lose track of our time

It's not a line,

It's like grains of sand in a freshwater pond

Who's trauma were we on?

But it's mixed in with the clay, and all of its gone (gone)

(I wish that I had never met you before)

Do you ever feel the blood in your bones?

The salt of the earth?

Take shots of marrow, and tell all you know

the pain I deserve

(I got rid of you, where did you go?)

Stab your own scars they are who we are

Your life is not mine, but you know sometimes

I crave the blood and whatever seeps through

It's selfish, I know, hunting a phantom

I'm latched onto a ghost, an imaginary foe

But people see me fighting and think I'm strong

So I will carry this out too long

Write out an album of victim songs

So everybody knows that you're wrong