My mom tried to sell my dads car
To a couple of drug dealers
We were living in a motel at time
And I was in my moms room by time they arrived
I heard shouting right outside
There were two men there ready to fight
And my dad
Punched the mans head into the door
And I watched from the other side as blood pooled onto the floor
And I heard my brother say to the second man to sit down and shut the fuck up
But the first mans head made a cracking sound, that must be deep blood
Dark, thick and crimson, that must be the blood that makes his brain run
And since that day my family likes to joke about it
They like to joke about what a bitch the first man was and is
But the first mans head made a cracking sound, that must be deep blood
And I sat inside watching blood pool on the linoleum
I was just in first grade, I don’t know how to clean this up
I just went back to playing spongebobs revenge of the Flying Dutchman
But kept on hearing that cracking sound and seeing all that blood
In an extended stay sometime, somewhere in 2002
It’s all a dream, it’s all a dream that I ought to be leaving
It’s all a dream, it’s all a dream that I ought to be leaving
It’s all a dream somewhere, sometime in 2002
It’s all a dream, it’s all a dream that I ought to be leaving
It’s all a dream, it’s all a dream that I ought to be leaving
(Somewhere, sometime, in the back of my mind)
I can wake wake up whenever I’d like, I’d like to stop dreaming
(Somewhere, sometime, when I cannot find)
It’s all a dream, it’s all a dream that I ought to be leaving
It’s all a dream, it’s all a dream that I ought to be leaving
I can wake wake up whenever I’d like, I’d like to stop dreaming