I found you bleeding in the bathtub,
And I couldn’t help but stare,
Cause it was just last week you told me,
Water’s easier to breathe than air,
I didn’t think you meant it,
Like I know you meant it now,
And your lifeless eyes watched me,
As I turned and walked back out.

Ghosts can’t hurt you,
until you let them in your head,
and it’s funny what the mind can do,
when you’re alone in bed.

You’ve always got to make it better,
Why can’t it just be worse?
When it really comes down to it,
You’re just polishing your hearse.

You can draw, but it’s not art,
Unless you’re unborn, deaf, and blind,
And it sure as hell ain’t yours,
If you got it from your mind

You keep on telling me,
That you plan to live forever,
I guess I’ll keep pretending,
I don’t see the veins you’ve severed,
And if you want to play Peter,
I call being Hook,
Its more than just a game now,
its exactly what it looks.

You say your head is fine,
And you honestly think it,
But when a worn ship sails dark water,
It’s the Silence of decay that sinks it.

I’d be scared if they could think,
But all they know to tear is flesh,
And if you want to know the truth,
I think there’s nothing in their chests,
And when those grey suits show up,
I’ll lie for you straight through my teeth,
Cause they can only break my bones,
And I’m already broken underneath.