More times than five
I've been right here by your side
Still wondering where she'll go
Walk down the hall in a mental manacle
Don't want to be 'round
When you take yourself out
But I have more vigour than this
Step to the plate to swing and miss
And it's a complicated life
When how you live, is how you die
Looks like your soul is connected to the wall
A photograph stands by the bed
Of better times, when we crumbled with our spine
But lived the next day, you put the malice away
That's when I noticed the drip
Ignored the line that didn't skip
It seemed the blue suburban sky
Turned to grey, polluted night
So now you sleep inside the space
Your bed of roses, the thorns are placed
There's no more sleepless nights just for me
But as for you, for a memory
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