it had been the three of us
since we were little kids
who listened to their music too loud
and didn't listen to their parents enough
It's all one long cycle
more so a downward spiral
the things we were promised
are always put on a higher shelf
and no matter
how high up on our tip toes
we can get
they will always move it
just one shelf higher
it can really **** a guy off

But like I said
It was the three of us
me Jake and Martin
mister no names
in that house
the glass house
because we could see it coming
and so could everybody else
stuck outside
cursed to only watch
never intervene

The glass house
we stained the walls
the color of our lives
Crimson Jade Purple Black
and the colors blur
and the scenes become twisted
and harder to look at
It has our lives already
a commodity for nutrition
we are more like ghosts now
doomed to haunt forever

I woke up
Jake never did
deeply asleep
gone gone gone
his girlfriend called to him
shook him
slapped him
all the while he slept
like a rock
He will never get out now
the glass house his tomb
Martin dug himself deeper
a trench against the outside world
and he was a trench rat
he knew it
he was okay with it
it was a suit which he wore well
I packed up
the few belongings that place hadn't stolen
and got out
never looking back
because people in glass houses
shouldn't throw stones