Ellen west de Throwing Muses

That last one messed me up
things look bad
things look tragic
i keep looking in the mirror
afraid that i won't be there
courting ellen west, dancing on her grave
saving ellen west
my house is full of demons
i swear to god, i need to go to bed
i need to go to sleep
i'm awake with a vengeance
saving ellen west 'cause she wanted it
this way
my mouth is full of demos
i swear to god i need to go to bed
i need to go to sleep
i need that hope chest
i need to breathe, i need you here
i need to disappear