Jason

Waltzing and headless Drifting on the icy ballroom floor Dried whiskey sours Broken jars from the century before motion pictures Painkillers and settled scores Rising oceans, epic storms Terabytes and locust swarms I thought I might be fearless If I were distant and dead But what of Jason And the sheets on his bed Does he saunter through trailers Searching for his mom Caught in that final instant Just him and his dog Did they share in a meal Accompanied by song If he needs a house to haunt When eternity gets long and lonesome I'll leave the lights on Moonstruck, night shifts You can count on me right on down the line If the jukebox goes quiet Sing some, these things were never mine