i saw your father in the hall. his ghost is living in our walls. i heard him crying while you slept. i heard him breaking things after you left. i watched you crawl into my bed, with curses spilling from your head. you said "we're just the walking dead." so i pulled the trigger and we floated off. into the air.

i used to worry 'bout the time, but i lost my teeth along the line. so i carved the apple from my eye and gave it to you before i went away. blood ran into the kitchen sink. your hands and arms were running pink. i sat and watched you as your rings slipped off and rolled across the kitchen floor. they cut your eyes wide open, and bore into your precious head. my reach don't go that far, dear. but please, oh please, don't let them in.

i sank into the sea wrapped in piano strings. few words could open me. but you knew them all.

now i just sleep beneath your floor, and my ghost just tries to keep you warm. i've seen the end; i've lost the war. and one day you'll join me here just like the rest.

if there were a soundtrack to my life..

"glósóli" would be playing when my soul dies..