X’ed Out and Tired

Hear the feeding in the back of my head
Angel from the under is inside it
Living upstairs makes the basement seem so distant
Sometimes windowless and more like pavement

If I need to spit out something that I didn't mean to swallow
Maybe next time I'll try and be more careful
Man in the corner of the web where it's dark keeps screaming
Tired of the same old song that you still believe in

Creepy crawl just like in the song from before is a mean gent
Maybe not mean 'cause he doesn't speak and I don't know him
Wonder what he'd say if he talked like another man
Nothing too important just a ramble

Maybe I'm just tired and I really should go to sleep