Snow Piled On Tables, Up On Scales, Into Bags

Late Night Beer And Smoke, Too Sleepy And Awake

Crazy Eyes Over Eggs, Crazy Eyes Like Mine

Cloths From A Street Cart, Too Much Beer For The Time At Hand

Nighttime Passed By Me Again

Phone Calls That Should Never Be Made

Phone Calls That Speed Last Night Into Today

So Where Will You Be In Ten Years?

This Is The Part Where You Don't Stay Right Here

Smoking Pain's A Pang Beneath The Left Ribcage

Gasping ,idle Breathing, Burning To These Thoughts Of Leaving

Was It Cold Hands Gripping Fears

Of Being All Alone In The World When I Got There?

I'm Choking In My Sleep

Fostered Aching Tension

Demented Bruised Inventions

Unbelievable, Burnt Out And Seasonal

And I've Been Saying This For Years

Packing Bags, Not Cleaning All Of Last Night's Empty Beers

A War Of Words Waged By The Faithless

Screaming In Deep Sleep

Unjustifiable Stagnation

So Where Will I Be In Ten Years?

Hopefully I Won't Be Here

Nose And Eyes Betray

You Never Did Believe Me

Under My Own Skin

This Is The Part Where You Don't Say

This Is The Part Where You Don't Say