Title: Ceiling Crusher
Saturday morning half past seven
Pillow pulled tight over my head
Somebody dragging furniture upstairs
Like they building a whole new apartment instead
Cereal bowl vibrating on my nightstand
Every thump feels personal now
I curse your hardwood floors
And whatever god you're praying to so loud
Blood starts simmering slow
Fuse getting short I know
Give me silence give me peace
Before I lose what's left of me
Every stomp you make above my ceiling
Got my sanity peeling
You don't know what quiet means
Walking heavy in your concrete dreams
I'm down here counting every second
Wishing your floor would cave in wrecking
Tried white noise tried meditation
Tried screaming at the wall
You got a marching band up there rehearsing
For a parade that never comes at all
Clock reads nine and I'm vibrating
Adrenaline burning through my bones
You rearranged your living room five times
I learned every single dragging tone
Blood starts simmering slow
Fuse getting short I know
Give me silence give me peace
Before I lose what's left of me
Every stomp you make above my ceiling
Got my sanity peeling
You don't know what quiet means
Walking heavy in your concrete dreams
I'm down here counting every second
Wishing your floor would cave in wrecking
Maybe I'll take a broomstick
Pound it hard against the plaster
Let you taste your own disaster
Feel the rage I've been amassing
You're not alone up in your tower
I got lungs and I got power
Give me silence give me peace
Before I lose what's left of me
Every stomp you make above my ceiling
Got my sanity peeling
You don't know what quiet means
Walking heavy in your concrete dreams
I'm down here counting every second
Wishing your floor would cave in wreckingWishing your floor would cave in
Cave in
Just give me silence