Where have I gone wrong?
If I could place, a single point in time
Was it when I fucked the runaway?
Was it when I chased the blue flame?
Was it when I craved to smash the skull
Of he who took my love away from me?
Or was it long, long before,
Deep in the shadows of the past?
I heard the news,
Ten thousand died,
What does it matter? They are just scraps of flesh,
Floating on this rock they call earth,
Washing on the empty shores of space
I sit in my house all day all night,
Or walking aimlessly down the street.
I remember when I used to drink all day, it was fun in its way,
Now I don't drink, what's the point?
Oblivion is the same as lucidity,
Confusion is the same as the sharpest clarity
My landlord said I have one more week,
After that I'm in the streets.
It doesn't matter, not a little bit.
Sometimes a soft wind blows by,
Carrying a song I almost recognize,
A scent, a touch, a piece of string,
And I look around, and my heart grows cold,
And I can almost feel, but it slips away
And yet I live, I must have eaten and drank,
I'm sure I breath, else I would have died.
Or maybe I'm dead, and I'm just a ghost,
It is impossible to tell.
I can ask someone, if they can see me,
But what's the point,
I do not care