old loves
wrapped in plastic
put in boxes
in the attic
save em for a rainy day
i dont care at all
but sometimes
when i come home
and all the colours are kind of old
ill just lay there in the darkness
till i see ghosts
but i dont care
stick a pillow over my head
to protect me
i dont know
till i can hear them coming
moving over
drilling holes
black light pierces through
lights up the buried me
fuck this i dont love you
dripping blood on to my hands
fuck this i dont know you
and i dont care
i dont care at all