The last time that we spoke, we used words we never said.
They were building on the inside and they burst out of our heads
I smelled you on my pillow and it pushed me out of bed
I wrote you on my wall in words I'll never read again

I'm almost very certain that you still get to sleep
In your bed and there is comfort in the corners of your sheets
As your house falls into shambles, you pretend that you don't know
That your father let the poison sink into its wooden bones

Are you angry? Are you angry at yourself?
The smoke will clear soon
You can ring your bells
You will follow through

The gist of what they said was that the city has their heads
But despite their promised futures, they still voted for my dad
To bring purity and honest back to their toxic home
My father is a good man. He's the best man that I know.

And I promise you'll see flowers from the seeds that he will sow
He's been through hell he's seen things that won't ever let him go
Who owns these kids? He knows these kids like the back of his hand
I swear to god, I know my dad. He is a gentle man.

Are you happy?
Have you found a kick all year?
Do they hate you?
Do they fill you with their fear?
Will you follow through?

When it's crashing
You can stay here
You can catch your breath
After the smoke clears
You can follow through

The last time that we spoke, you were not in your head.