people in glass houses

stay like a mover
move like a cruiser
and take me so far away
dance like a tosser
i think we've lost her
she's gotten carried away
these rhymes
are mine
i can't
deny
how hard
i've tried
to sacrfice
the numbness of my beating heart
when i see daydreams
from the start
when i defy
i petrify
but now
i lie
most of the time
in vain
the stain
beyond the wall
in through the window
i bravely crawl
into your bed
into the shed
when i am here
i'll rest my head.

the dead
the dead
the dead
the dead
will reawaken
in my bed.