Slowly sinking down the spiral
Broken morning of my denial
Nothing seems to fall into place
There’s no place left for things to fall, fall
Drifters vanish into space
The rest roam endless, empty halls

I wish that I was happy ~ happy as a clam
Life would be so happy ~ so happy, glad, and glam
I wish someone would take me in their arms and understand
Then I would be so happy ~ I’d be a happy man

Days are shorter dark by 5
Bite yourself hard to confirm that you’re alive
A skulk of scars is so surreal
A mad method we use to feel, kill
Lonely evanesce in dreams
Or enrapture oneself on pills