The day after the storm
I didn't leave the house at all
They assumed from the lack of prints
In the snow that I had been away for some time
But I was upstairs
And I couldn't hear them with my headphones on recording a song
They broke my window and walked inside beaneath me as I played on
Unaware of what was going on
As my song began to fade
I heard whispering and then I couldn't breathe
They were walking up the stairs
Towards me as I looked for something to try and scare them away
and I couldn't find shit
So I grabbed my bass guitar by the neck and held it above me
And hid by the top of the stairs
And that's where I was found
Five days after I hit the ground
