I feel like a bloated corpse pale skin rubber bones and excess puss

And last night I told my family to trust that I’d be on the very next bus but

I sat on the bench and I waved it on watching them tail lights slowly get gone I wanted to see the dawn my night had just barely begun but

Now I look like a bloated corpse knife wound in my side it’s been raining here all night man I wish I’d stood for those headlights

Now I’m at the mercy of what my cowardice has brought me I just could not stand facing those front doors unlocking and

Hearing the echo from the rattle creak and crack of a door opening to a house that’s all alone

A reminding echo that I’m years and years away from a worried family on the phone

Now I’m fully a bloated corpse chest open on a steele table my veins draining of alcohol there was hardly any blood in there at all and a man says:

“If he hadn’t been got by the stabbing he still never would've made it to morning I’d surprised if he was still talking when knife man came a knocking

But at least I didn’t have to hear that echo that horrible reminding echo

At least I didn’t hear that echo that horrible reminding echo

Tag on my toe waiting to be claimed just height and weight John Doe for a name

Tag on my toe waiting to be claimed just height and weight John Doe for a name

Tag on my toe waiting to be claimed just height and weight John Doe for a name

Tag on my toe waiting to be claimed just height and weight John Doe for a name

I think I’m gonna miss that echo the rattle creak and crack of my bed just down the hall

God I’m gonna miss that echo I really wish I’d heard that echo