[Lyric] Burnt Silk (Baltimore Crabs)

Awake
Not quite over it yet
Feel my crushing debt
How am I alive

Home
Where is my home
And where is my phone
I need to tell them I’m alright

And why
Do my hands smell of smoke
And my bat make of fire
What is this desire

And oh
I’m just a kid
In over his head
Far away from my bed

What
Is this new blood inside
Who am I sitting beside
Is this some sort of joke
I hope
Hope that I find
Some way to subside
All the debt inside

And oh
I’m just a kid
In over his head
Far away from my bed

And why
Why did I not die
Who brought me back to this sidе
To bring crimson tides