Sitting in the hard to breathe bleach fumes of your hair
Working pedantically or so it feels most of the time
Watching you scrub mold off the ceilings
Just so when we leave it grows back

I read the writing on the walls
Smiling like a pig rolled in shit
I read the writing on the walls
Locked in the bathroom for a bit

Sitting in the hard to breathe couch you're over there
We're holding on each minute at a time
And horrors I said I wouldn't watch
And all the bodies I've seen I haven't seen
Bring them all home

I read the writing on the walls
Smiling like a pig rolled in shit
And I wouldn't change a goddamn thing
I'm just too happy that your life
Was here for me to live in it

Bring them all home
Bring them all home
Bring them all home
Bring them all home