"When Was The Last Time We Painted Over The Blood On The Walls?" lyrics

Locked in a room like a tom
To fall from bed to sickness
And no one to witness
This mess I'm left with

And you thought this moment was just a tickle in your throat
An itch on the roof of your mouth
So cut off the ear and laugh like a smile
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(Are you here?) Is this the way all stories end?
(Believe me, dear) I'd rather swallow tassles than tacks

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Locked in a room like a tom
To fall from bed to sickness
And no one to witness
This mess I'm left with

My ideas are crucified on this cross, so thin and loose
But these nails are slowly slipping through the boards

This gauze is stopping blood
This gauze is soaked twice through, leaving us stained
This gauze is stopping blood
This gauze is soaked twice through, leaving us stained