I helped you bandage your wounds
As the mountains slowly crumbled
It was a funeral every night
As my mind wandered
Far off to places
I hoped to one day forget
Blood in my bed
Stained from regret
I helped you bandage your wounds
That ignorance inflicted
I have my own though
So maybe I should save this can
Before I kick it
I feel so sick
So sick...
From the thoughts in my head
Swirling, taking me down
To a place inhabiting the dead
Throw in the towel to catch flying debris
Pieces of this damned broken glass body
I helped you bandage your wounds
But I forgot my own
Now I'm lying here, on the floor
Where you left me
Please take me home...
Author notes
(2002)

