More times than five I've been right here by your side Still wondering where she'll go Walk down the hall in a mental manacle Don't want to be 'round When you take yourself out But I have more vigour than this Step to the plate to swing and miss And it's a complicated life When how you live, is how you die Looks like your soul is connected to the wall A photograph stands by the bed Of better times, when we crumbled with our spine But lived the next day, you put the malice away That's when I noticed the drip Ignored the line that didn't skip It seemed the blue suburban sky Turned to grey, polluted night So now you sleep inside the space Your bed of roses, the thorns are placed There's no more sleepless nights just for me But as for you, for a memory