Static in the ears Leftovers from lesser years Sleepless in the vex Bed's a mess from restless legs Cut back to the scene This, then that, but what between? Minds eye, rolodex Each passage lacking context All those day behind, fragmented swept up blind Some stored, some omitted Misplaced calendar boxes And who would read a tale so incomplete, Or who would care to ever sum it's fractioning? Could you be the one to lift the knee The one to stretch the last corner and place the fitted sheet? That's not how it's done, you need someone else there. Rolodex in my bed, I couldn't help myself No, seriously I mean I needed some help Diggin' up bones from then, I found it ain't much help. I found the deepest holes are ones I dug myself That's not how it's done, you need someone else there.