February 2008
Watching all the insects marching all along
Seem to know just right where they belong
Smears a face reflecting in the chrome
Hiding in the croud i'm all alone
No one's heard a single word i've
I'm lyin' here on the floor where you left me
I think I took too much
I'm crying here, what have you done?
I thought it would be fun
I can't stay on your life support, there's a
shortage in the