Last winter, my friends all visited my parents old house Before the weeds were all pulled up Before the vines came back around To trap us in our useless steps I was already sleeping for years Dreaming of the carpets I stained in nauseating lust
No one got too close to avoid the vomit Expelling from the bottom of my soul That turned that whole world gray Flowers in my hair Twisting in my skin Your friends put them there To rot in my skull