i’m still chained up in your basement and i’m calling out your name choking on the ashes as the walls go up in flames i’ll always say that I don’t need you while i’m burning through my chest she’ll hold my sins up high above me while I’m trying to confess you lit the fire but at least i’m not left in the cold oh, i hate watching my folks grow old
[ "bats in the attic" by royal fools ]












