As far as I can see blue-black has taken over, left the sea,
As far as I can tell no shadows been unturned.
As far as I can smoke these cigarettes becoming me
And since I've burned this ash-gray filament's what's left of me I've learned
As far as it is now away from me a glimpse or two,
As far as yesterday reminds me, so unkind it is.
As far as I'm concerned, I'm not so much each passing hour
And since I've got nothing to do I'll just indulge in this.
And if tomorrow brings it all right to my bed.
Equipped with little metal tools to get inside my head.
Let it be part of all I am this ash-gray filament.
So small compared to all that's still to come in my intent.
And if tomorrow bring the guilt I can't resist.
Crawled up inside of me through any orifice it wished.
And if it turns away with just one touch and goes to sleep.
Then when it wakes to find me empty, let it find me gone... Instead