Upside down telephone steps,
Diagnosed with perplexed paintings.
I felt it in my blood,
Pills rattling in the gutter of a bottle,
Lifes going no where,
Polar bear drowning,
Is the only sight I could see,
As I looked into the vortex of my future,
Crisp apples and new pencils,
Can't make me learn quicker,
Quickly I melt into an abyss of wondering,
Down a deep dark hole of nothing,

Sometimes I think about the time you told me, it was Blake who stole all the pills. But it was you. I think about what you did with the money. But today I lay upside down on the stairs, well, the ceiling fan turning rapidly. Suddenly thinking what would happen if it fell, would I lose my head? I laughed knowing I already did.