I left my soul in his hand
back in California home
    and I've been calling for it back
but it just won't seem to come

In split second view I'm gone
I spew blackened mess of truth
And they had me towel
The limit of love's interaction
By it is their floor I stain
And perhaps they're right
Perhaps my hiding the other half
Was me hiding a whole
Because I don't think I've seen the person that died for a long time
And In their eyes and mine I'm
    g
        o
             n
                  e
-Dissipated