Quit gathering your matchbox sign
All the evidence that proves you're not insane
all the fibers that were bugs before I came
What's crawling on the window?
My head is pounding, but I see so clearly now
Could be the heat from the afternoon
Or maybe it's the water
It draws them in and they get too close and drown
It was so easy to go down…
Quit gathering your matchbox sign
All the evidence that proves you're not insane
all the fibers that were bugs before I came
It's good to get away
Let's take the car and drive before it rains
and you drift in to darkness
Quit picking at the fresh ones
they'll never heal and then the scars won't ever fade
Just like the guests who came to stay
Quit gathering your matchbox sign
All the evidence that proves you're not insane
all the fibers that were bugs before I came

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