Count
the words...

Like the hell my shoes are,
can't walk straight with'em...

People of centuries gone by
visiting my little corner of the world...

He is just a part of my life
just as she might be his whole life...

They say he is dead
I dreamt him...

You are teasing
old times...

all that must be said and done,
never utterly we did them, just one...

One generation later
He came instead of his dad...

Things are totally out of order
Cold winds are here...

Staring blankly ahead
A big white page with no black ink...

Yes I know
I came to the bathroom and killed you...

The same thing
over and over again...