#1
Afterword

So you went and did it
So you finally had enough
So you turned your face away
So you cut all contact off

Sleeping a dreamless sleep
Just want to be a photograph

So I must accept it
So I blame it all on me
So I understand it all
So I can't relearn to see

Sleeping a painless sleep
An old and wrinkled photograph

So these hands are trembling
So these pills don't work anymore
So these smiles are crumbling
So these eyes are dry and sore

Sleeping a hopeless sleep
In your pocket, die and dream