staring out to space what i do bestnnbarely at the table as i chew as i swallow as i spitnni forgot my english as the language that i often abusennyesterday a blackout swallowed up the afternoonnnyet i cant lay downnnstill cant lay downnnnnbecause its so loud in herenni cannot breathe for younnbut i crash and i burnnnso i can bleed for younnand ill stay alivennjust to have younnill stay alivennjust to own you (but that's the only reason why...)nnnnpicture your presence collecting your goalnnasphyxiating on love and other pastimesnna piece of your traction i never get to tastennthese limbs wont lift me off of this floornnits times like this i like to forget who i amnnactually its more like i have never had the choicennyet i cant lay downnnstill cant lay down