Park

The thin part is feeling so suffered.
This bedroom, a voice, and a matress.
It says "Don't sleep, don't think, just drink".
You'll find yourself faster when passed out cold.
(Where are you, tonight?)
This is the last time I fear your face;
along with my brother,
they won't hear me say "Where are you, tonight?".
Wrapped up in some bedroom,
screaming for dear sweet you.
The worst part is being so desperate,
this basement, a noose, and a casket.
I want to feel that warmth again,
assurance of you, asleep in my head..
(Where are you, tonight?)
This is the last time I fear your face;
along with my brother,
they won't hear me say "Where are you, tonight?".
Wrapped up in some bedroom,
screaming for dear sweet you.