stumble down the hall
in the rain of mercury
where the astronauts roam
and the apothecary dances
free

help me to my room
through the skulls
that have piled in the corner
with the cat and her
troupes, wait,
forget the
former

Im a little hazy
little dumb and can't
quite find the **** of
the drum or the key
and the bird over there
is looking at me

nevermind
you can leave
I'll make my home among
these things, its crazy and cold
and ****** and bold
but I think it could be
home.