Creaky Floorboard Decay

the window is broken,

and the wind is coming in

its lonely in that corner

no one told you what to do

electric lightbulbs floating shadows mist cloak in something that spoken in a

hallway you werent meant to hear that

you werent meant to listen

a creaky floorboard, a squeeky hinge,

it couldve been anything

I'm not here and I never really was

Just static

in your intention You don't see me,

you don't see me signal's coming in

everybody's fine and everybody's dead

The arguments was moot,

bent willfully dim, blades of grass bent under new sneakers that never

ran away from a sunrise,

because it was a lie

you werent meant to hear that

you werent meant to listen

a creaky floorboard, a squeeky hinge,

it couldve been

anything

I'm not here and I never really was Just static in your

intention

You don't see me,

you don't see me signal's coming in

everybody's fine and everybody's dead everybody's fine everybody's dead