Seal the door of which only one lock works
What is expected of me now...who know
With tacks stuck in toes
Debating on what's likable
But this certainly isn't home
Certainly not.

It's not so funny
Skipping breath, inhaling rope
It's always just when I need to see,
that the lights flicker and short out on me

Rootless over-thinkers in the mirror
One after the other after one after the other
Taking turns in my behavior
Taking their turns in my behavior

It's not so funny
Skipping breath, exhaling rope
It's always just when I need to see,
that the lights flicker and short out on me

I am the best at seeing things when the captive worms in
the tin are freed
But begin to lose sight once again when the dust is finished settling
And my friends in this room are weakening with their penchant for conditioning
And their dispositioning on a swing from the toxins and distracting means

Just when I need to see the lights flicker, flicker, flicker, flicker, flicker...

It's not so funny, skipping breath
Inhaling and exhaling rope
It's always just when I need to see, the lights flicker and short out on me

It's not so funny, it really is such an awful fall