A year has passed and I’m still looking
for pieces of my mind in the books
in the furniture, in the vents, in the mirror
It might’ve fell behind the wall
It might’ve gone down the drain
I can’t remember when I lost it
Just as I can’t remember when I lost my first tooth but
I can’t live to tell how it is without it
Or how the sounds are getting louder
Or how the food is getting worse
Or how the nights are getting longer
Or how my skin it feels rough
Or how I need it all to freeze
So I can find my mind
And be what they call a citizen.