You Can't Be Told It, You Must Behold It

Dread coming home and sitting here all alone 

  Phone's in my hand 

  Underneath it's itching mad 

  Lying all alone 

  Electricity makes me feel so strong 

  I tried to sit i couldn't stand it 

  I covered my face up real slow 

  Like running upstairs 

  Dread coming home sitting upstairs alone 

  Hold her in your hands 

  It's good to wish you could 

  You can 

  My face is in my palms 

  Electricity makes her seem so strong 

  I tried to sit i couldn't stand it 

  I covered my face up real slow 

  Like running upstairs 

  Running straight home 

  There is no one there 

  You can hide running upstairs