Postcard

Run away - they're coming in
Whether you like it or not - they're coming in
Through the windows, the walls down the chimney
Hideaway beneath the stairs

In the haunted house fire that burned you alive
We lost our innocence and damned our town
And ceased to exist

Please tell me if you make it to the outside
I want to hear from you and know that you're alive
And write it down
And write it down
On a postcard
On a napkin
While they're breaking
They're breaking
my bones