If I were to stop talking
I’d bet I be alone
Because the water runs thicker
Between the two of us, alone
The silent creaks of a home
Yes I feel truly alone

If a lone wolf were to call me
I’d understand the moans
For blood runs thicker here
Not the bursting of a different tone

For the lies you’ve told me
The lies I believed
Because blood does not run thicker
Which is now clearer for me to see
Blood runs thinker then water or at least that’s what you said
But the silent creak and the screeching squeaks are tearing through my head