Hey, wait may I waken you late

For I may slip away

I have no wall to lean against to

Though I may be not great

You, merry be you

When you walk through your door to an empty room

Holding my head in your hands like a stone

A lead brick or two wouldn't make you fall

Down, way down ahead

Way down under your bed

And I see my friends and I know that we're here

And I hold them so close that they run out of air

And I make the same mistakes as you

We all make them worry but we ran out of clues

And now what is left but not

Nothing not a man from your cloth

Not a mumble in your moan or a child in this chair

Or a fable gone through no nothing

Nothing left there maybe we come back

Maybe it's ok to crawl back

Eventually they said I lacked conviction without a position

A chemistry, a metal blast, a tickle amounting to nothing

A proper push to kick the well like something straight out of a movie

A panic cry a silent song this boat overturns with me in it