Watchin' You Die

Waken’ up alone Bare feet hit the floor Three a.m doors aint locked Two windows wide open The garage door is up And your car’s still here I can smell it in the air, That sick metallic smell. No use lookin’ anymore Your body’s here but your mind sure ain’t How much do you love the smoke? Can I compete? The smell’s strong, you’re gettin’ close Do I wait? Should I go back in? Will it start a fight? I wait and watch You ain’t put it out yet So I sit at your feet Lookin’ up at you Watchin’ you die.