Looking For A Trespassing Passenger

He would drink beer while she sat the meal down on his plate.
He'd flex his arms while she dreamt of a life of escape.
He'd raise his hand while she dreamt of a life of escape.

Your presence it thickens and your smile changes so quickly.

Been told now too many times, get back don't stand in my light.
Your pride it lays burnt by my side with the dirt from your flithy words.

I won't lay that low where you want me to.
My right's to enjoy all that I want to.
I can't help you now, you're just too far gone.
Your hands layed my face.
Down, onto the cold floor.

There's a sickness layed down deep inside and you seem now to break so easily.