Once you painted pictures in the cold basement you left
Reading Edgar Allen and writing poems about your death
And how you filled the room with empty thoughts is beyond me
Find me dusty, find me dead, but just find me
I need no witnesses to bury this old house
And if you stay with me, well then there ain't no way out
Yes, I'll bury this old house
Sand and sunny skylines used to cure the tougher days
It's funny how the weather can effect the world that way
But when that junk has locked you up and Texas coast is not enough
I want you to think back upon the portraits of your past
I need no witnesses to bury this old house
And if you stay with me, well there ain't no way out

You and I in this lonely room, With the cold AC and the horid food
Thin sheets and white walls, and that stupid backtie game
Now I read your books for you and I'll paint for you and I'll wait for you
And I'll stay for you, my god we dont have money
I need no witnesses to bury this old house
And if you stay with me, well there ain't no way out
Yes, I'll bury this old house
Bridge-
Well it's broken, it's scattered all across the floor
I try to build it up baby, you're crying on the telephone
Through my bedroom door
And I'm shakin, I'm trying to find a place that I've known