Sometimes my eyes see things that just aren\'t there
Blurry visions of love\'s ashes disintegrating into a rabbit hole of nothing
Trying to comprehend the lapse, the hot fog sweeping in like angel wings
Wounds still healing to form the pink flesh of a scar
I used to believe in gods, that some miracle would save us
From a century living like we\'ve been touched by a haunting
Life in a jar cruising for a touch, one word to make me stay, stay, stay
Back on that long road of hoping I begrude your every move
Subtle in perfect light, jealous veins swallowing a marriage in darkness
Trees bending into cryptic messages, no structure to your bones
So you fall into geometric shapes, not going back, symmetrical in patience
Stubborn grief at the end of the day I\'m complicated
Knocking on doors but no one answers, left out here for a raven\'s feast
I paint your name on the old streets I visit and remember being a child
A distant memory of 1963 slowly fading away
I don\'t recognise the simple musings of your fingers, drifting
In and out of bouts of insomnia, turning on a cold pillow dreaming of sleep
This week I missed my doctor\'s appointment, a voice calling
Missed calls when I turn my phone off and forget the world
The only thing that brings me peace, just a boy lonely in vivid dreams
Paying no attention when the magnifying glass is focused on details
Slipping into a comatosed state, taking pictures of green earth and foliage
Every piece of this chess puzzle leaves me with questions
Knuckles red when I graze my skin in an argument, burned by your fire
Cutting ties, burning bridges, no longer speaking of you in the same light
When my application for this publicist job goes through
I\'ve already forgotten your name, how you made me feel like I\'m a wheel
Chasing neon fireworks bursting like city bullets talking in riddles
Dripping colours, bleeding like semen stains on fresh linen sheets
Bleeding orgasms on a buried mattress
Once again it happened, in the dark of the night I\'m more uncertain
Decomposing flesh and future bending
Lining your stomach with acid rain and wandering ghosts
Memories of youth in boxes, dust on synthetic flowers
Lost in that empty house where your body died.