And so I feed again
The way it comes
Sometimes I don’t even ask
Are they tests
Or gifts?
She brings them to me
For reasons I can’t grasp
The way the shovel
Falls to my hands
Laying here naked
I pant away
Smoking my pipe this old way
Still using after all these years
Trading powder for thighs
The lighter is your eyes
The black satin sheets
An ocean of escape
Laying here
Drifting
Floating away
Even if it is just for a few moments
Doesn’t matter what your name is
You have no name
You’re just another plot
You’re just another pot
Hole in the road
Traveling towards tomorrow
Lost in space
And lost in time
Guess I just had too much on my mind
Today
Another reason to escape
Another tragic date
These bodies just pile
Another reason to hate
The way they all come and go
Feeling myself yearning
Feel the whole world burning
To make some kind of personal change
Some kind of worldwide pain
This bedroom has seen too many
Hands touched by thousands
A heart only touched by few
Guess I’m still just tucking away
These distant memories of you
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