With a hand on my back and a silver fork lodged in my throat
Got this far, still saying "I wish I knew"
I'd laugh, but it's not funny anymore
Home's gone caving, every inch of it suffocates

Does the moon look pale these days
Or has it always been that way?
The holes in my teeth whistle when I sleep
I'd come home if they miss me, but the cats don't remember
And if I got a new face, could you still tell I'm rotting?
(If it's enough to tell me that you love me)
If it's where I reside, I can't be sorry for falling

I shouldn't tell you - I've been picking up that belt again and pulling hard 'til I dеcide it's too much
I closed my eyеs and I was out of town again - It's nice as an idea but it just stays as one

Got this far, still saying "I wish I knew"
I'm still laughing
Home's gone caving
A night, I'm still laughing