Fireworks - Bed Sores

I'm glad that you still came by
Heard her voice and now she's outside
I was just in one of my moods
Now we're laughing under the sheets in my room

My mother she slept on the couch
While our deer hooves make holes in the ground
Maybe my brother's blood
Dripped on me from the top bunk

I keep telling myself
Everybody's tale's better than my own
But my head's my own

The neighbors where you are back then
And their home for new to them
Now they can't sleep at night
Cause their husbands are dying inside
Their husbands are dying inside

I keep telling myself
Everybody's tale's better than my own
But my head's my own

These houses are our headstones
These basements, they are graves
Exiting our life
Never thought I could want back in
I want back in

I keep telling myself
Everybody's tale's than my own
But my head's my own