can't you hear me crying?
and it don't matter what you've done
the bookmarks page sittin' out in the room
and altars of candles casting shadows on you
you see the bed in the dark
when i don't wanna say it
i'm back home and stayin'
late afternoon and the knocks on the door
wipe the blood off the floor
and i can see in the dark
all the thoughts twist around
the visions of you get lost
can't you hear me crying?
i don't care what you've done
late afternoon and the locks on the door
sweep the mess from the floor
i can see the bed in the dark