Cinnabar

There's a knock on the door that I'm not answering Draw the shades and keep out of sight because it always feels like some someone's watching me So I just stay inside and check the locks again I can't remember the last time I left the house but I know it wasn't worth it Leave the trash by the door and look out for the neighbors Lie low until I can't feel anything Wait for the coast to clear There's nothing left to protect you from what's out there There's no chance to settle in Pacing the house again with glass bones and paper skin So I keep my distance It's not so bad to be alone but When did I become so content with falling out of touch? I'm losing motivation, never started with much And it makes me sick Now I only leave for the necessities To buy alcohol and pods from the gas station And make it quick so I can sit back on the sofa Watch tv, eat frozen pizza and drink myself to sleep Wait for the coast to clear There's nothing left to protect you from what's out there There's no chance to settle in Pacing the house again with glass bones and paper skin The floorboards speak in a language I don't know but it sounds familiar to me I never took the time to learn and now I'm tearing apart at the seams The walls are closing in They're knocking down the doors it's getting out of hand The ceiling starts to cave, blood in the sink The moths have at your clothes kept under lock and key Wait for the coast to clear There's nothing left to protect you from what's out there There's no chance to settle in Pacing the house again with glass bones and paper skin So I keep my distance