The Scar

I like to sneak around your house
When everyone's asleep
Tip toe across your doormat
That used to welcome me
And then gently shut the door
To see your brand new christmas tree
And the silence pounds like a cettle drum
And a chill runs through me
But does she ever miss me
I still hear her singing
Just like an orchestra
Just like a painting
With velvet brushes
And wooden framing
Shes a familiar monay thats worth renaming
The scar
Choked up the dirt
Completely hurt
Her hands straight through them all
Then pushed aside what's left of pride
And trembled through the hall
And there stands the door you've seen
the door when all you knew was down
But does she ever miss me
I still hear her singing
Just like an orchestra
Just like a painting
With velvet brushes
And wooden framing
Shes a familiar monay
Thats worth renaming
The scar
And awake is such a dreaded thing
Asleep is such a home
Yea i meet without your company
I drink 'till i unfold
Now hear the end of everything
Just thrown unto the ground
But october fell and broke my shell
and all i knew was down
But does she ever miss me
i still hear her singing
Just like an orchestra
Just like a Painting
With velvet brushes
And wooden framing
She's a familiar monay
Thats worth renaming
The scar
The scar
The scar
End