knock knocking on my window
you have something on your chin
tell me again where have you been
i just can't believe it

gradually to the drips of a leaking faucet
i became a clown in my eyes
and so i listen to obvious lies
without slamming the door with a simple two word answer

memories leave behind deforming scars
descending out of habit into winters caves
i used to be proud like many men who are slaves
glorifying the air in and out of healthy lungs