Bloods on Fire

Brain to head. What is that for?
Vein to vein. Torn and sore.
Carpet so thick and worn.
Blanketed, dark, and warm.

Calm yourself. Calm yourself.
Bloods on fire. Bloods on fire.

Break the bed, Burn the floor.
Head to head. Twisted, sore.
Accident. Never warned.
Cant explain. Nevermore.

Calm yourself. Calm yourself.

Its not in the sparks thats not in your eye.
Like we used to talk.
Its not in the phrase thats not in the language
that we used to talk.
Not in the face, you missed me. There.
Its not in the science that we didnt learn
when we used to talk.
Sit outside, Penetance
Just let me know, please say the words.

Im allright, what was that sound.
Woke me up, Now your around(??).
Pick me up. Drag me around.
Dont forget to breathe.

Calm yourself. Calm yourself.
Bloods on fire. Bloods on fire.

We all forgot.
Were all lost in autumn.

Calm yourself. Calm yourself.

Its not in the dead shocks that dropped underneath us
when we used the car.
Its not in the strings we didnt pull to push you around the floor.
Where are you now?
Pacing a faceless maw somewhere vague.
Youre not outside, youre not inside. Youre not anymore.
Where did you go?
Heres to the pranks we never pulled
and never will.