Scared, Scared, Scared

I can't stay
I should go
I can't make
this house
a home.
every leaf on
every tree
along our stream
reminds me of her
oh, I cannot help it
this house is so fucking haunted
but I'm not scared of ghosts
but I am scared
scared scared
of being alone.

before bed
when I pray
I don't ask
for anything
I give thanks
for shorter days
and making sure that Lumas stays
oh, if he were to leave soon
I'd set fire to our bedroom
and I'm not scared of smoke
but I am scared
scared scared
scared scared scared
scared scared scared
of being alone.