Bed Sores Lyrics

I"m glad that you still came by.
It wasn"t really icy outside.
I was just in one of my moods.
Now we're laughing in wet sheets in my room.
My mother, she slept on the couch
while deer hooves made holes in the ground.
Maybe my brother"s blood
dripped on me from the top bunk.
I keep telling myself that
everybody"s hell is better than my own,
and my hell is my own.
My neighbors were young back then,
and their homes were new to them.
Now, they can"t sleep at night
cause their husbands are dying inside.
These houses are headstones.
These basements, they are graves.
After getting out, I never thought I"d want back in.