A drain that drips inside my head,
A net too small to catch my fall,
A trip that starts as it dances on my tongue,
A cloud that swims inside my lungs,
When i drop i drop out of the sky,
I taste the trail with sugar in my eyes,
I throw myself to the dogs and play down on the ground
Come over and comedown
A night that takes away the day,
A clock that lies about the time,
A crooked path in a suicidal maze,
A voice that barks inside my mind