Charred Resentment The Same

Johnson



The dark of garage, locked up while you're away

At the end of the day, there must be some mistake.



The howl of Ramon, the cry of Kittyphone

I can hear 'em outside and I guess they wonder why

And want to explain for my absence on this night

My curiosity and thrill and fun has since transformed to fright.



I lay my head down for the night

And tell myself everything's alright

Locked up in hopes of your coming home

Cold cracked cement, get me all alone.