Cause I can't go
without a problem
No one swims
in this dead lake

And the hand job that I received
seems distant
like a fake

Skin is ripe
when I'm done scratching
from the roof
of my building

I watch the flakes
as they mix
with genuine winter snow

And I think about the people down below

But I guess they see no difference
in the precipitation they receive
Cause cold is cold for a short while
till they reach their families

Me I must be up here
maybe 3 or 4 times a week
Cause I can't stand being prisoner
to that girl who always sleeps

So I'm thinkin' bout the ground now
Maybe I'll climb down
Maybe leap

Seems there'd be no difference
then the both of us could sleep...

12/05/2008

Posted on 12/05/2008
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