I feel the world looking in
I am the world looking in
A cold window by a train
The shutters let the streetlight in.
No one is home but the fleas under my skin..
No one is home and the world's looking in.
The world is filled with ghosts from the past.. (my hands are
cracked- my hands are
glass)
Alive as party favors burn to ash...
Ash: it fills my lungs
'til I breathe black smoke..
I feel it smoulder in my chest.
I feel it drip down my throat.
The yellow brick road
turned into dark alleys,
and
grown children grew older; ages I yearned to be.
Forever 17. Forever 23.
Some thing stayed the same (my father's heavy hand)
The old haunts remained.
Like an old friend, the wind-up key.
Party girl gone old is an addict.
How could you blame me?
