The Worst Kind Of Panic

My skin's crawling into bed Already feel you here Anchoring the thread And then I'm sewn into the mattress Just waiting for what happens Go figure God, I still haven't figured you out You're so clever But you're dead set on drawing this out You're disfigured But your teeth keep scarring your mouth And I'm riddled with the worst kind of panic I hear you carving up the hallway Scratching up my door frame Eyes pointed up And the white turns a dark grey Before I smell me on your breath I just need to know If I lay still Begging you, will I spill out Onto the carpet I'm dying to stop this now When you come back tomorrow Make it the last time I feel thin but you, you're well fed You can taste my fear But parcel out the dread And if you don't know how we end this Just wait and see what happens Go figure God, I still haven't figured you out You're so clever But you're dead set on drawing this out You're disfigured But your teeth keep scarring your mouth And I'm riddled with the worst kind of panic I hear you carving up the hallway Scratching up my door frame Eyes pointed up And the white turns a dark grey Before I smell me on your breath I just need to know If I lay still Begging you, will I spill out Onto the carpet I'm dying to stop this now When you come back tomorrow Make it the last time Feed off me I hear you carving up the hallway Scratching up my door frame Eyes pointed up And the white turns a dark grey Before I smell me on your breath I just need to know If I lay still Begging you, will I spill out Onto the carpet I'm dying to stop this now When you come back tomorrow Make it the last time