the walls are painted

different every second

my eyes are of chrome

it is television



can't let go of my leg

it's itching and bleeding

layer by layer

I'm peeling away



burn down my house

and make something happen

stab me in the heart



and make something stop

'cause I am so distracted

I am slightly shocked

by how things can keep going

like a dead man's clock



a mirror is hanging

kinda loose on my wall

I'm passing it sideways

I'm saying hello



my brother is halfways

through a book I've left him

called me today

to see what I'd say