Afternoon

The TV lights the room,

Like a strobe against the wall.

I've watched all afternoon without watching at all

I'm thinking of you dear,

Every moment of the way.

I tied my hands with rope now watch you escape,

And I make no mistake.

There's a demon on the loose,

He's a head under our floor.

Cause I saw him late last night,

Knocking on my bedroom door.

I have surely saved my blood,

Popping through my body's face.

And when I speak I don't make sense,

But believe me when I see.