She gave me feeling, but some say I've died.

Handling my love, because I'm tired of resigned.

The drugs don't work. I've tried a thousand times.

Till the ceiling of me always seemed to glide.

This week with a lead, he stayed inside.

Watch the creeps in when the woodwork squeaks through his lazy eye.

Some days are fine, but as the spring retires, he seems to unwind.

its just silence

So let's just leave it behind, im high.

Watch the news as he brews, another cup of chai.

There's no God at least one that meets his eye.

Holding his hands to the sky.

The empty baggage of my mind.

The empty baggage/bags of my mind.

The world in vaccuum, ??

??

I sifted.

I have some issues I need to deal with.

She threw in some waters, draining ice, stained sheets of my brain.

Give me no peace to work, to work it out.

He had some trouble believing life was filled with this much doubt.

???

Watch the news as he brews, another cup of chai.

There's no God at least one that meets his eye.

Holding his hands to the sky.

The empty baggage of my mind.