How come I hear walking stomping tick tocking from the roof above me
The heavens aren't raged
I live on the top floor
There's no rain
drip dropping
Or
Ice forming on my window yet

The cold of winter lifting the hairs on the back of my arms
***** like a love sick man
(I like women)

Drilling and talking
Why at 1016 in the morning
Do i realize that all of my questions will remain questions
Because you can't make concrete
from pain
(That holds)