More times than five I've been right here by your side Still Wondering.... Where did you go? Walk down the hall in a mental menacle Don't want to be 'round When you take yourself out But I have more vigor than this Step to the plate to swing and miss And it's a complicated life When "how you live, is how you die" Looks like your soul is connected to the wall A photgraph stands by the bed Of better times, when we crubled with our spine But lived the next day... and put the Malice away That's when I noticed the drip Ignored the line that didn't skip It seemed the blue suburban sky turned to gray, polluted night So there you sleep inside a space A bed of roses, the thorns replaced No more sleepless nights just for me But as for you, a memory