time compressed in a pickle jar
i was left here all alone
look at me as i fade in the cold sun
and the wind it beats my face
my hair like old brown straw
my memory diluted and dripping
forms puddles on the wet concrete
so you wipe your dirty feet
think i don't notice
that my eyes won't see
how wrong you are as i die inside
melt around the edges,
slice off the bits i already used
smiling all the time at your happy ways
but i think i can wait forever
its already been so long
Vertigo
