There's a hair on the bed
The clock has stopped ticking
And nothing remotely romantic has been said
Let's not pa** on the steps
Let's take the season very easy
Let's take pills, salt water, let's keep looking ahead
Oh, it's a bad, bad ritual
Oh, but it calms me down
Oh, it's a bad, bad ritual
Oh, but it calms me down
There is a history in pictures
There is evidence in boxes
There is proof of your love for him, long after it's dead
And every creak, a trigger
I will think of you with others
I could not smother out that fire in my head
And I saw your levitating chair
I found your long blond hairs
I felt your poltergeist presence in the frame of the bed
Every creak is a trigger
I will think of you with others
I found depravity convinced me I may no longer care
Oh, it's a bad, bad ritual
Oh, but it calms me down
Oh, it's a bad, bad ritual
Oh, but it calms me down
Oh, it's a bad, bad ritual
Oh, but it calms me down
Oh, it's a bad, bad ritual
Oh, but it calms me down