Sometimes I think of how hardly alive you are at all Dodging bullets, dodging raindrops December's here, and this rattling can Of a group "home", we call a home, can't stay warm There are no colors The world feels dusty The thoughts that swim in and out Make a traitor out of me Suspend myself from the ceiling And watch us all live I break and slip porcelain plates Abandoned, restrained Clinking chain Move to the same motions I stare back at the clock How do I convince you I'm living? Creeping smile Dry lips close I entertain thoughts that lull my mind Just sitting here in my head Free reign for my brain This place is the fly that won't stop following me