Too much time is spent on the dead. All the places found us back to live in his head. Like the bones of a lover on a dying bed. With all the nothings that he never said.
I don't want your medicine. Sick as I am, sick as I am. I don't need your helping hand. I got a plan, said I got a plan. . I liked what you did, would you do it again?.
Wake up every morning, every morning is the same. The coffee and the paper, and the fountains at your brain. Nothing's changed. . You don't understand how it went so fast.
The summer birds have flown off to find another home. I long to go but I am uninvited. I am a stranger here strangled by my every fear. The thoughts inside my head keep me divided.