Premedicated Murder

More times than five

I've been right here by your side

Still wondering where she'll go

Walk down the hall in a mental manacle

Don't want to be 'round

When you take yourself out

But I have more vigour than this

Step to the plate to swing and miss

And it's a complicated life

When how you live, is how you die

Looks like your soul is connected to the wall

A photograph stands by the bed

Of better times, when we crumbled with our spine

But lived the next day, you put the malice away

That's when I noticed the drip

Ignored the line that didn't skip

It seemed the blue suburban sky

Turned to grey, polluted night

So now you sleep inside the space

Your bed of roses, the thorns are placed

There's no more sleepless nights just for me

But as for you, for a memory