Gravedancer

In this two bedroom tomb
I'm sitting all alone
With the television static
And refrigerator drone

I'm waiting for those blessed arms
That seem to wrap around me
Six or seven times
Praying for them to come home

I could cut myself
To pass the time
Haven't felt
Anything in days

A six year old girl
Dances on my ceiling
She might as well
Be dancing on my grave