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