Credits and Tiny Statues

Fresh/Six Months\

Nowhere to go

Nothing to do

Lying on my back

In the late afternoon

Staring at the skylight

Watching the world

Pass me by

Sprawled on my bed

Too hard to move

Too sad to even be

Thinking about you

Some things are better

Left alone

It's always sweeter

Six months ago

And I don't need my soul

To be saved

Blackbird in the sheets

Trying to sleep

I really can't wait for

My life to begin

Anything to get away

Anything for a change

And I don't need my soul

To be saved

Nowhere to go

Nothing to do

Lying on my back

In the later afternoon

Staring at the skylight

Watching the world

Pass me by