It's good to have a window on the world

And live deep in the heart of the beast in the sun

Night after night I do the same damn thing

Do the weirdness dance for those who can't

Getting to the point that I can't take it anymore

Anymore



Waking up at 3 PM in the trashed bedroom

Sharp with needles and knives

Reach for the crutches that keep in motion

Vague memories that keep me alive

Like when she used to call me