dinner bell

stop reading into things, you're twisting off my fingers, you're what the winter brings, your scent will never linger, you're drowning me in smooth caramel, it's sweet but i can't breathe, you ring me like a dinner bell, you'll stay but you won't leave, but i, i don't want you to know, i don't want you to know, that i, i don't know where to go, i don't know where to go, am i bleeding on your sheets?, am i painting this all red?, is it not my heart that beats?, are you the voice inside my head?, and i, i don't want you to know, i don't want you to know, that i, i don't know where to go, i don't know where to go, i guess i'll just sink back down into the ground, and i'll burn for the sins that you have found, in the corner of my room where anger sits, with clouded minds souls will split, down the middle of my life where i just stare, at the walls of contempt that stand so bare, amongst the stars we're just the specks of dust, brought in by the wind and turned to rust, there are eighteen steps till i walk by, and the cosmic colours will make you cry, and every tear you shed will feed my thoughts, and our hands will touch and turn into knots, i guess i'll sink back down into the ground, i guess i'll sink back down into the ground