I've walked into the dream of a stranger.
because I heard your dim voice over
the silly noises
I make on my bass guitar.

why are you crawling?
why are you quiet?
it's so cold out here.
I thought that was strange.
how you you don't like the rain
you know;
I just made eye contact with a picture
of yours.
but I don't think you've seen me smile.
why are you sleeping?
why are you naked?

I'll stand still,
until you talk to me.
you've shaved your head!
is that blood, I smell?
I'm lost in those three thousand memories
of yours.
I'm lost, and I'm lonely.
And I forgot how your hands look like.
I'm lost, and I'm fragile.
And I thought you've already left.

This corpse twirling
underneath my nightmare,
is telling me things.
of your bald head,
your ****** bald head.
your eyes no longer
shine.

Why are you here?
I thought you've left yesterday.
You've even seen me cry.
You said; we never talk anymore.
And, I laughed when I saw
your bald head.