I.D.K. You

Walk through the door

Just to see myself again

Wearing bloodshot eyes

My shirt outside-in

And still I'm not paying attention

To the blood I've drawn

Instead I traced the love line

Of your palm

I don't know you

And I won't

Makes it harder

Not to hope

The tingling dread at the thought of goodbye

While the lampshades blink in the drunken night

And my fingertips pulse, facing away from you

It's a question then, it's an answer too

Sat on the floor

Silent in the living room, humming

As I pick at the lock on my door

Kneeling feels right, reverential plight

I don't know you

No one cares

No one

I got what I wanted

I can't feel

You

(Dig up the plot, done it already?

Say you forgot don't mention the body

You)