the kitchen light is on, i can hear anita talk she’s on the phone with someone you love you said she won’t come in, press your nose against the pen and breathe until you’re numb but i don’t know where i am, i woke up in a photograph it goes on and on and on until i fail
the ghost of who you were has asked that i return but the path i walked before has blurred its changed the way you see, so when i tried to speak you floated right on by
i don’t know where i am, i woke up in a photograph it goes on and on and on until i say no.