Sometimes I feel like there is no one
no one at all
that life is a myth and I won't be missed
when I'm gone
But they say that you are no one
no one at all without the people who know and love you
around
And sometimes I feel like my Dad
for leaving her sad and alone
in this big house
And these are the thoughts that I have
when I'm alone at home in my bed
and I get scared
And it takes up so much time
and it makes up for nothing
and some people ask why I can't
remember the past
There is this dead women in my lane
she's eating my brain
her skin is soft and white and bright
against the night
There is this man in my house
when I'm not there
he says he knows me from somewhere
And it takes up so much time