the walls are painted 
different every second 
my eyes are of chrome 
it is television 

can't let go of my leg 
it's itching and bleeding 
layer by layer 
I'm peeling away 

burn down my house 
and make something happen 
stab me in the heart 

and make something stop 
'cause I am so distracted 
I am slightly shocked 
by how things can keep going 
like a dead man's clock 

a mirror is hanging 
kinda loose on my wall 
I'm passing it sideways 
I'm saying hello 

my brother is halfways 
through a book I've left him 
called me today 
to see what I'd say