†NEW PETUNIA-LIEBLING @PLMacPumpkin †CRAWLSPACE† †MOUSE INSIDE A MAZE† †TEDDY BEAR DOESN'T LIKE MUSIC ANYMORE†

Always make room for PETUNIA-LIEBLING MacPUMPKIN

Crawlspace
No you won’t be heard at all,
Compared to footsteps down the hall
In the crawlspace.
When it’s breathing in the night,
In the spectrum of your sight,
In the crawlspace.

In the pale green cast of the digital clock,
Why do your thoughts seem less coherent?
You’re drawn to the prey that your instincts stalk,
And now your goals have come apparent.
Crawlspace.
(Waking, dreaming, sleeping, breathing)
(Waking, dreaming, sleeping, breathing)

Crawlspace
The walls are made of steel,
But you wonder can it feel you
In the crawlspace.
Like a mouse inside a maze,
Fighting off a midnight craze
Deep in the crawlspace.

As you creep above the world below you,
It all seems somewhat—somewhat surreal.
For you know what it is you must do.
How could they know how you feel?
Crawlspace.
(Toss and turn in another night terror)
(Toss and turn in another night terror)

Good thing she has a Teddy Bear!

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