Walk Over My Grave – Yours Truly

You’d have me eating from the palm of your hand
What a shame I was small I’m confessing
It was fine in your eye I was faceless
But in time you were right it was pointless

Makes me sick to the pit of a stomach
What was warm has grown cold, I can taste it
Is the pain I express satisfying
You don’t lay in your bed toss and turning

I’m on the line
You’re cutting the thread that I would trace to you
I’m on the line
Can’t keep hold of the thread when it unravels through

When my ears burn
I know it won’t be because of you
In my dreams
I don’t see you anymore
When I shiver
I hear you say someone’s walking over my grave
Lay your flowers at my door

You locked the door and you swallowed the key
Hand on heart you began to start healing
Must be nice to be fine with the silence
I can’t hate you but I can attempt to

Does it feel like your insides sunburn
Like your heart has been stung by a seatbelt
Stare at walls might as well watch the paint dry
I breathe the air that remains laced with poison

I’m on the line
You’re cutting the thread that I would trace to you
I’m on the line
Can’t keep hold of the thread when it unravels through

When my ears burn
I know it won’t be because of you
In my dreams
I don’t see you anymore
When I shiver
I hear you say someone’s walking over my grave
Lay your flowers at my door

When my ears burn
I know, I know it’s not because of you
You in my dreams
I don’t see you anymore
When I shiver
I hear you say someone’s walking over my grave
Lay your flowers at my door