sunset on snohomish burn the tree line down hold my hopes underwater stand there and watch them drown fishing out their bodies from the bathroom sink leave them in a bucket til they start to stink i think i ll stay here til i feel whole again i don t know when trout swim past the fishing lines sky gets dark and close cars start up and make their nightly exodus on a picnic bench alone watch the sky go dark dig my nails into my hands hope it leaves a mark i think i ll stay here til i feel whole again i don t know when