Gasp

I get dressed in the dark
Something hangs over me
When I try to get around
There's a body weighing on my feet

I don't even look both ways
When I slither across the street
And when I get up to the nest
I'm shameless on my hands and knees

You're killing me the most because
You're the only thing that doesn't kill me all at once
Suicide pact with the man upstairs
I listen for the sound of his old creaky chair

Somebody woke up early
And planted rainclouds under the ground
Mosquitoes lay eggs in swimming pools
In this humid, half-horse town

This girl is a stranger
We tried to talk out everything
But we had to feign some innocence
To make it go more naturally

I'm here but I got lost
Inside my pocket twenty minutes ago
Now my eyes are cracked, my cheeks are fat
And my brightness is turned down low

You're killing me the most because
You're the only thing that doesn't kill me all at once
Suicide pact with the man upstairs
He sucks his thumb while I gasp for air

I don't even say goodbye
When I make my late retreat
When I walk back in the door
Skeletons follow me
I'm awake on dirty sheets
Sedation isn't sleep
But I'd pay anything
For the rest without the dreams

You're killing me the most because
You're the only thing that doesn't kill me all at once
Suicide pact with the man upstairs
Been stringing me along for two thousand years