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