Squelettes

A round of laughter
Comes from the cupboard
The door's wide open

Welcome to my bedroom
Des squelletes hang from their necks

I snapped them and stuffed them into the cupboard
Cuz I was sick of their endless laughter
Now I'm so tired I don't even bother
To lock the door or even to shut it
Now all I hear is laughter and chatter
So I break their necks and spit in their eyeholes
Smash in their teeth so now who is smiling
But it's too late, what's done is done and can't be changed
I...

The sound of fingernails on a wooden floor
Scraping at my temples