Passenger
'Cause I know, I know you want me to
Skeleton in your closet was never so true
You're so very pretty when you're turning blue
When I hear the sound of your voice
You leave me no choice
Be myself, wanna be myself
Be myself, wanna be myself
Be myself, wanna be myself
Be myself, wanna be myself
I'm feeling lucky tonight
I know your mother thinks I'm society's parasite
Well you can leave your mother home
You know how much I like to be alone
And when I hear the sound of her voice
She leaves me no choice
Tension
frail hinges pivot
on a cases door
commemorative
souvenirs from places
containers change
with each occasion
cellophane encased
displaying paper
certificate
credit years of service
a tool of
central enterprises
the early hope
for permanence the
words the rings
consistency
and social security the
miracles high tragedy
a thought mistaken
for a memory
dress lenghts
assassinations
fractured family ties
christenings
local posts they
list your friends
in order of
disappearance
lawn scattered tins
feed birds the
portion baked for
absent guests
mass edition icon
god sent comfort is
your salvation
but who grants
absolution for sins
that never were committed
tension
makes a tangle
of each thought becomes
inconvenience
sound never penetrate
as servile edges
break and faint
a thought mistaken
for a memory
clear the dust from
smiles in boxes
cross a patterned floor
recall the voices