Colours tend to fade
Blues to black
Reds to gray
I can see them with my eyes closed
Like the fracted (??) that I once was
It don't move
With more mirros than books
??
But your hoses
Well rehersed

Consessions that I made
I'm looking to ?? 
I aint no saint
It's you I see with my eyes closed
Unfinished fiction that my mind blows
In a room
On the floor
In you
I watch myself 
If you where here

??
It all slides in the ocean

Careless flies in my mouth
?? marks in the sheets
It's so still like ??

Tonight I'll sleep in the gutter
Tomorrow I won't remember
By the time I'm home
This nightmare will be only a dream