The room is set on fire and I still wanna be what you see in me honey

A bottle has no bottom but I can’t really tell why, I’m just gorgeously in

The window has no answer if you just tell the road you have to go, just hit it

A door is there to find you or you just can escape in the valley up

The ceiling glares at me I cannot help but forget what your face look like

An Irony I guess since the bed is so thin and so is my damn pillow

My mind is playing tricks on me, hard to describe, I want some hope now, don’t you?

A light flares in the distance in the clouds and the mist, I can see that now, can’t you?

Like an exquisite corpse, it is unfolding

Don’t try to tell a story, and stop withholding

Rotating cadaver, that’s what it seems to be

I’m just explaining too much, I’m meta-writing

She saw me with just a bullet bone

You can write it just so my window wears the dawn

Suit yourself, reading all that about

It isn’t my fault, I hope you’re not alone

I hope you’re not alone

I wish you were at home