The Ballad of Nancy Thompson

Somethings can be forgiven
And somethings not at all
What brings us all together tears us apart
I used to sleep so soundly
But now it's not at all
I'm haunted by my dreams from burns and scars

So go on wake me if I'm dreaming
Or else I won't wake up at all

So turn your fingers into razors
Cause just like god I've had enough
Consume me in my bed
I smell a fire burning
My friends out dancing on the ceiling
With sweaters made from green and red
Heart of gold she'll soon be dead

In the end I blame this town
Mangled torn and left worn down

One two he's coming for you
Three four I locked my door
Five six my crucifix don't work no more
Seven eight I stayed up late and
Nine ten I failed again
This time I'll dream right to the very end

So go on wake me if I'm dreaming
Or else I won't wake up at all

So turn your fingers into razors
Cause just like god I've had enough
Consume me in my bed
I smell a fire burning
My friends out dancing on the ceiling
With sweaters made from green and red
Heart of gold she'll soon be dead

In the end I blame this town
Mangled torn and left worn down