Shinbone Soap

And the vampire

Had not been

Invited

All the way in

By the ones he loved

By the ones he loved

And the smell of blood

Of the ones he loved

Tricky timing

Missing something

Both too proud to

Since they're listening

Holding grudges

Choosing quicksand

Accidentally

Reaching for the hand

Of the one you love

Of the one you love

Of the one you love

Of the one you love

Bad behavior

Missing something

To the drama

Of the quicksand

Knowing better

But still sinking

Inward looking

Both were trying

Tried and tested tied

Tried and tested tied

To the one you love

To the one you love

They remembered

Only silence

Soap flakes falling

By the roadside

Holding onwards

Out the window

Writing front seat

Manifestos

For the ones you loved

For the ones you loved

For the ones you loved

For the ones you loved

And the radio

And the bars of soap

Holding on a shinbone