More times than five I've been right here by your side
Still wondering... where did you go?
Walk down the hall in a mental menacle;
Don't want to be 'round when you take yourself out
But I have more vigour than this
Step to the plate to swing and miss
And it's a complicated life
When how you live is how you die
Looks like your soul is connected to a wall
A photograph stands by the bed
Of better times, when we crumbled with our spine
But lived the next day, and put the malice away
And that's when I noticed the drip
Ignored the line that didn't skip
It seemed the blue suburban sky
Turned to grey, polluted night
So now you sleep inside this space
A bed of roses that thorns replaced
No more sleepless nights
Just for me, but as for you, a memory