Sitting in his cracked leather chair
Listening to the endless reverberating ringtone
Cutting the lifeless silence in the air
She watches from the darkened hall
Insomnia driven at the midnight hour
Television pictures dance against the wall
As memories wilt flower by flower
I lay upon an ancient matress of springs
Each one stabbing away at my ivory flesh complexion
As if to ask, 'do you know what this means?'
But answers seem to be on the verge of extinction
He waits for a sign of life to come through the reciever
For all of his life has been drunkenly drained
From the gnawing ring around his left ring-finger
As his teeth rot behind where his smile is stained
She wears a gown of endless trails of coffee
Puffing a lit cigarette as she fingers the next one
Her eyes hold a void, telling loves greatest fee
For even though he's here, he's been years gone
I exist in a house of complete strangers it seems
Each heavy second screaming within my head
As if to ask, 'do you know what this means?'
But its only met by a ringtone and cigarette smoke instead