Sitting on the windowsill
Money to burn, time to kill
My full name passes your lips
Like a specter slithering from the crypts
The old blue wallpaper is peeling
And I know what you are feeling
That deep unsettling pit in your belly
The one that makes your legs feel like jelly
The one that makes you feel trapped in your skin
You want to say so much but you don't know where to begin