two forty five and the bell went off thank god
many people think im odd
but i talk to no one and i walk alone
and i avoid sunlight with a chalky tone
i get home and dont say hi there aint no one there i dont care
walk in and go right up the stairs
to my room get in bed and just wait for dark
cuz thats when the real show starts
tap tap on my glass go the piece of ass
so young and pretty its too bad she passed
But she comes to my room and we talk at night
She’s demonic and bloody but she holds me tight
In my bedroom, with her, I’m never alone
And I kiss her cold lips until the morning comes
Then she’s gone, I can still hear her voice loom
But she only exists in the dark of my room
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