The lines you get

The holes in your sleeve

You told me to leave them alone



Does "House of Leaves"

Still lie on your bed?

You told me to read

But I still never read

Your mind



When I look at my city

Somethings not right

No doubt it's so pretty

But they turned out the light

And instead of good morning

They tell you goodnight



You hung yourself

On the wall up above

The bed you made love

The girls you don't love

To touch



And they never guessed

The girl you loved best

To draw, always drew

Pictures of you

Undressed



When I look at my city

Somethings not right

No doubt it's so pretty

But they turned out the light

And instead of good morning

They tell you goodnight