Count
the words...

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

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

The same thing
over and over again...

The same thing
over and over again...

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

The man walks the roads
To visit his grandmother...

To look
at his face...

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

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

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

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