I was soaked to the bone walking home from your dad's house
Your voice was ringing in my ear with your footsteps in the background
And from the bushes there I could swear I heard something move
I guess that's the best way to describe you
As a feeling as a sound
As a rocking chair covered with a sheet
As the scent of the cold damp ground beneath my feet
I'm home alone again
There's no more furniture or sheets left on the bed
Because you took them when you left
All I got was this filthy t-shirt and a hole in my chest
And a feeling
The taste of blood as it drips from your teeth
And the fact that I still need you
You f**ed me