Private Number

Head stroked and looking at your pictures

From new to old

As you become endless into yourself

And more into the world

It's an elephant graveyard

That was two thousand and four

And you were in terrible trouble

Now that's gone, gone, gone

And for the rest of us things are happening

And the weeks are just counting down

You think that you'll be different then as you are

But how?

And each year you think the next

One is the future and then you're there

A new result you can't recall

Or just avoid like a private number

And Europe's fucked probably

It seems insane

My friend's art needs guarding

End of days

I think I've never been better

I'm at the top of my game

And living it up for TV dust

And disassemble, you got to disassemble that stuff

Now there's no light coming from my screen

The night from outside

I see myself as if from the street

And I turn on the light

And I look at old emails

I have forgotten which

But why am I telling you this?

You were not even here