You’ve been scratching at the back of my head
In my dreams you’ve been lurking in my bed
I’ve been begging, pleading, wishing you’re the cure for my condition
You’re the beast that paints my room bright red

You’ve been tapping, banging, smashing on my door
Knock my brains out leave them leaking on the floor
I’ve been choking, coughing, sneezing, you smoke into the air I’m breathing
Got a feeling that I’ve been this way before

In your mouth I see lines as they run down to your heart
And the sight of your lips turning white from a kiss
And the words that you say as you turn me away
You know, I think I’ve been this way before

I took a bucket and I filled it with some ants
That I picked up while they scurried on the ground
I drove them straight to your place to see the look on your face
But when I got there you were nowhere to be found

I searched through every crack and every pore
And as I brushed away the dust on your drawer
I saw your family picture and your wife.... I bet you missed her
I know I must have been this way before

On your face I see lines withered melting over time
So erotic your decay, slowly thinning away
And the words that I say as your hair turns to gray
I know I must have been this way before
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