I forget their names
and I din't visit them, but
they're like my children

I see the picture, but
the sound's not playing
I see your lips move, but
don't hear what you're saying

because I'm not here

I'm over there,
somewhere,
sitting in a chair,
in a meadow
watching the weeds grow

I'm up there,
in that tree,
with only my company

I'm down here,
in this cave
with only myself
to save

I watch the picture
but there's still no sound
I watch you mouth for words
but none comes out

drawn to the light like a moth to the flame
my body's spent, but not my brain
this herb has got me too relaxed
I think I'll have a cigarette