Pulled as tight as the netted stars
Contentment is the only thing I hear
Wind roaring through my hair

There must be something I've forgotten
Some forgone prologue to this ebony cheer

This bowel of awkward just spills from my mouth
As if I could dry heave the perfect soliloquy,
Cite the succinct sonnet

"Friends, Romans, Countrymen"
"My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun"

It feels so good to feel uncomfortable again
To fumble over missed turn signals
It's been too long
Since I've calmed my  nerves
With a clove cigar,  a pen
And the cool grey of the night

When I hear him speak
I feel lonely too
And, though I know that he is weak,
There’s nothing I can do

When I press my ear against the wall
I hear the Man within
And though he tries to tell me all
I cannot purge his sin

There is a Man who lives inside my walls
He struggles to survive
But, when I hear his mournful calls
I know he’s still alive

You can here him too, I’m sure
In those quiet times
I hope that you can find his cure
Absolve him of his crimes

I wish I knew less about this Man
His thoughts now haunt my dreams
I can no longer remember when it all began
I’ve heard so many schemes

There is a Man who lives inside my walls
He struggles to survive
But, when I hear his mournful calls
I know he’s still alive