Stains

I really can't stand the space, it's a thing you'll never know, I'm living in your head

A place I call home

Blood stains on my shirt, it's such a familiar cold

I heard all the things that you never could say on the day that you left, so I'm going back home

Blood on my hands, so I'm leaving a trace on the walls, and through all the doors I escape

Can't we just get along? I see all the guilt on your face

I hope it don't last too long, I hope it don't last too long

There's blood on my hands, it won't come off

I need some help

I really can't see the space, it's a thing you'll never know