Since I was eight
Or was it even before?
I can’t remember
I remember it all

Oh hey, it’s me
How are we doing?
I can’t tell anymore
I always know

Damn look at that apple tree
It’s too dark to tell if the fruits ripe yet

What was her name?
N————? Naomi? Not real?

No no no, you don’t seem to get it
It is something super legitimate

These voices.
This ringing.
It’s all as real as the cold that crippled my body and soul

God I’m hungry
Doesn’t that scare you?

I need to eat
Everything is food to me

The CRT screen
The coffee machine
Everything in between
Even when off I hear them scream

The young man
The old man
The cacophony
Each and every person I am underneath

I’ve found myself again
I’ve lost myself again
I’ve found myself again
I’ve lost myself again

I am always changing
I never change
The shadows are closing in
I sit and watch the ducks in the Spring

Sunday again?
Are we happy?

Sunday again?
Are we happy?

Sunday again?
Are we happy?

Sunday again?
Are we happy?

Good Lord, why can’t you be me?
It’s all I’ve ever wanted
Get out and let me in
Let me out and get in

I sit and watch the ducks in the Spring