Pre- Medicated Murder

More times than five, ive been right here by
your side
Still wondering, where did you go?
Walk down the hall in a mental manacle
Dont want to be 'round when you take
yourself out
But i have more vigor than this, step to the
plate to swing and miss
And its a complicated life when how you live is
how you die
Looks like you sould is connected to the wall
A photograph stands by the bed
Of better times when we crumble with
out spine
But lived the next day and put the malice away
Thats when I noticed the drip; ignored the
line that didnt skip
It seemed the blue suburban sky turned to
gray polluted night
So now you sleep inside a space, a bed of roses
that thorns replace
No more sleepless night, juss for me but as
for you, a memory