Floorboards

Asking so many questions Finding so little answers My friends told me to give up the ghost And move on But I don't like to take my chances To take my chances Pick me up off the floorboards I'm not dead and buried yet They always seem to creak When I needed someone to speak to They've been the only thing I've talked to in weeks Where were you Where were you? Stitch me up and make me new I need someone to pull me through Endless nights with open wounds I've been to hell and back because of you Why tell me I need to change? When you woke up in someone else's bed Without even knowing their name I may have crossed the line This Time! But I sure as hell hope you have a rope for this climb From here on out it's all a downward slope And I'm not falling for anyone or anything Other than the noose you tied around my neck I've lost all sense of space and time Just thinking about when you were mine The days become weeks and the weeks into months I refuse to put on these implausible fronts To face the world would cause me to self destruct To face the world would cause me to self destruct The days become weeks and the weeks into months I refuse to put on these implausible fronts To face the world would cause me to self destruct To face the world Stitch me up and make me new I need someone to pull me through Endless nights with open wounds I've been to hell and back because of you Stitch me up and make me new I've been to hell and back because of you Pick me up off the floorboards I'm not dead and buried yet They always seem to creak When I needed someone to speak to They've been the only thing I've talked to in weeks Where were you Where were you? Pick me up (Up!) off the floorboards I'm not dead and buried yet So pick me up (Up!) off the floorboards I'm not dead and buried yet!

Submitted by NecroGod — Feb 20, 2026