i d like to sneak around your house when everyone s asleep tiptoe across the door room mat that used to welcome me then gently shut the door to see a brand new christmas tree and the silence pounds like a kettle drum and a chill runs through me but does she ever miss me i still hear her singing just like an orchestra just like a painting with velvet brushes and wooden framing a familiar monet that s worth renaming the scar i choked up the dirt completely hurt i ran straight through them all then pushed aside what s left of pride and trembled through the hall and there stands a door you d seen before when all you knew you was down and your perfume breath brought peaceful death on sleepy silver gowns but does she ever miss me i still hear her singing just like an orchestra just like a painting with velvet brushes and wooden framing a familiar monet that s worth renaming the scar yeah to wake is such a dreaded thing to sleep is such a hole i eat without your company i drink till i unfold and now hear the end of everything just thrown onto the ground but october fell and broke my shell and all i knew was down
['pop rock', 'post-grunge', 'san marcos tx indie']