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