I hate these walls And I hate this town And I no longer want To be around here or anywhere So my mind goes to bathtubs And kitchen knife drawers And the pile of rope Dad left on the floor And medicine cabinets An a brown paper bag With a short note attached
What will it be? Option A, B or C I never was good at choosing When it comes to me I try to shut it off Try to make the grand leap But before I know it I’ve fallen back asleep