There's a hole in my brain
Punctured wrists can role your stomach
tie your eyes and blind your toungue.
With punctured lungs it's a strange becoming
but you continue to live because you just exist
I'm still here, in this shithole of all places.
If I were just over there, this would never have happened
Just over there friends would beckon
In that other place life would loosen
my mind would regenerate and I would be OK
Just over there.
Around the corner, eyes would
sweep the ice and hear me calling.