Am I mostly nuts? Or is this all about trust?
I sit across from my family, it hits me I realize
I no longer know anything about them
So I stare at the sky wondering who these strangers are
Will they hurt me? How well do I know them is my life in danger?
So I slither under my bed, on the rail I hit my head so I lock my door
Or am I the stranger? Can they hear me? Are they infa red?
Can they crawl under the door can they hear me through the floor?
I can hear then squeeze through the wall
Am I the only one who hears the death call?
Or have the sounds I’m hearing my own?
Oh! Shit this whole time it was my phone