Afternoon

The TV lights the room, Like a strobe against the wall. I've watched all afternoon without watching at all I'm thinking of you dear, Every moment of the way. I tied my hands with rope now watch you escape, And I make no mistake. There's a demon on the loose, He's a head under our floor. Cause I saw him late last night, Knocking on my bedroom door. I have surely saved my blood, Popping through my body's face. And when I speak I don't make sense, But believe me when I see.