Mothers nursing orphans, retreating through the beams i think that you exist but do you really?

electric correspondence, you cannot pay the rent with hand me down appendages for chemical enslavement.



It's not indefinite, it's got a lifespan

you try to nurture it, hope for extension, as far as right and wrong,

i know the difference but right is oh so dull, and no one's interested.



Amestardamage doctors, prescribing recipes

with side affection stapled to your black jeans

expressions are revealing just where i'd rather be 

but i'm thrown under the bus to try to resurrect a dead scene



Buckle down, when it becomes a threat you vocalize a hard truth 

so here goes

i've reached the top of this ladder but what did it matter

it's on the wrong wall