Under Your Stairs

The fear that you feel from under your stairs

It’s not fear that you feel that we all share

It’s instinctive

When you’re standing in a church and your given a chill

It’s not the coldness you feel, it’s the burdening guilt

It’s reactive

Misunderstood but attractive

As you kiss your friends in the middle of the night

If your hiding in a forest lost all vision and sight

It’s selective

The moves that we make as collectives

Your body loses oxygen as we breathe too heavily around your closest friends

And I swear he says it’s cool if we pretend that we’re all playing dead this isn’t the end

Egocentrically bumbling along

Struggling along

Where’s the bodies gone?

When’s the profit wrong?

Wake up sweating

When you wake up sweating and you creep past the stairs

Run to your mothers room to tell her that your scared

She strokes your head says ‘Go back to bed’

‘It’s guilt that you’re feeling for being a human being, just pretending’

‘I mean just try to focus on an ending, if you’re god fearing child it’s him sending’

‘The guilt your feel for saying it’s ending’

Intimate words at the edges of the world

The brute of a boy or the touch of a girl

It’s selective

The moves that we make as collectives

Your body loses oxygen as we breathe too heavily around your closest friends

And I swear he says it’s cool if we pretend that we’re all playing dead this isn’t the end

Egocentrically bumbling along

Struggling along

Where’s the bodies gone?

When’s the profit wrong?

It’s the fear that you feel from under your stairs

It’s the guilt that we share

It’s instinctive

Misunderstood but attractive

And as you kiss your friends in the middle of the night

If your hiding in a forest lost all vision and sight

It’s selective

The moves we make as collectives

Your body loses oxygen as we breathe too heavily around your closest friends

And I swear he says it’s cool if we pretend that we’re all playing dead this isn’t the end