What Would They Tell Us If They Could Speak?

Hey Casper, how you doing?
Living the high life in the rafters
Of the old house with rose vines that died
I'm here waiting for your call
To reach me over from
Seven states away
I'm homesick from the memories
Of a place I know that I'll never see
Watching through the windows
And staring with my eyes closed
I'm homesick from the memories
And hey, Persephone, did you know?
That you'd miss the flowers more
Than the hell below
It may be warm down here
But the way it burns
Hurts
I'm dreaming of the never is
As I run barefoot through the greener grass
Losing what I still have
Which I can never get back
I'm dreaming of the never is
Hey Dracula, aren't you tired?
Of everybody always running from your scars
As you see them grow old
And stay away as time goes
On and on and on and on and on and on and on and on
And I
Can't help but ask these questions
That I can't ask myself
And I
Wish you could give me answers
That I can't give myself
I'm bleeding from my thicker skin
Pale blue veins that are paper thin
It's dripping on the hard floors
And staining all the carpet
I'm bleeding from my thicker skin
Hey
Anybody
Anybody