A stain on the wall
To remind them all
That I existed
Pieces of meat
And bone
And dreams
An empty trailer
Id and ego
Twice dissected
Pleasure lends itself to habit
Board the windows
Burn the mattress
Nothing clean
Except for silence
Following memories of her
The skin, the wheel, the high
The elephant hanging around
Not worth what it cost
So why didn't we ask for something more?
Bury the failures and move on...
Because fear finds your hope
And shuts it down
Visiting privileges gone
Rebirth, parole...denied
The elephant's living here now
We share a room
So why don't we suffer for something more?
Bury desire and keep our heads on
Long enough to make something more
Than a fucking mess
