The Follow Up, Pt. 3

It's a glint of steel in the bath tub
That drifts on the breeze of an open wound
She's talking to me and I'd rather not listen

And the walls have eyes that lead her
Exactly where, I wonder
As she tries to lead me down the road

"So let's go"

She says, "why not do it now?
I'll show you a quiet place
It would be my saving grace to finally let you rest"

And the voice in there has reason
Enough to make me wonder
Maybe this isn't such a bad idea?

"So let's go"

She peels away the background
Fingers through my hair
She says it's time to go now
There's nothing else here
(She's creeping through the door)
She's sinking through my skin now
(She's sinking through the floor)
I'm trying to crawl away

So let's go
The sky is a blackened ceiling