We were children laying on the couch
Foot-to-foot, watching ghosts rise from our mother's mouth
But now it's easier to pretend it's just smoke
Scribbled lyrics on the back of an old shopping list
Wondering if there's anything that we forgot to get
I skimmed right through your notebook
And I couldn't believe what I read
Secret footage of your darkest plans
That I couldn't get out of my head
But sometimes I swear I can see you escape
From in between thin lips and teeth
Then just fade away
There's a cloud hanging over this house
Something doesn't feel right
Birds are crashing right into the windows
I can still hear you crying at night