I rode down
to the tracks
Thinking that
they might sing
to me But they
just stared back
Broken trainless
and black as night
Climbed out
onto my roof
So I'd be a
poet in the night
Beat the walls
off my room
I saw the big room
that is this life
This is my condition
Naked and hysterical
Reaching to grab a
hand that I just
slapped back at
This is my condition
Desperate alone
Without an excuse
I try to explain
Christ what's the use?
Read and I
felt so small
Some words keep
speaking When
you close the
book Drank and
just about smiled
Then I remembered
us in that bed
Put my ear
to the door
I just heard
hot rods
and gunshots
and sirens
People kill
me these days
There's keys
in their eyes
But they lock
from the inside
This is my condition
Naked and hysterical
Reaching to grab a
hand that I just
slapped back at
This is my condition
Desperate alone
Without an excuse
I try to explain
Christ what's the use?