Verse one:
Why was I so terrified
Of fake blood shot in black and white
These old tyme vampyres’ worn down fangs
Have lost their edge with worn out slang
Chorus:
It’s a drag
You left the party
Come on back
We’ll make them make it right
Verse two:
Just ignore the watchful paintings
All their stares can be so draining
You have to invite them in
For them to hurt you once again