Confusion

Everything about the morning drives me home

in your simple picture of the common drone, and

I wish you wouldn't the say the things that hurt

my feelings, left me burning photos buried in the dirt

that holds the hands of so many lovers come and go

what we have to show we cannot see

what is coming from the back of the room

I heard a footstep creeping like the saddest song that drags across

my four o clock sunday evening dying through a punctured breathing

seeping out of every pretense another second best guessing

at the numbers in the lotto trying to come up with the days motto

picking flowers from the graves we've planted to hide the facts

that the world is man made to be destructed like the roman cities

that once contained the greatest men can fall men can rise

but its always in just ones eyes that they look to find 

what they're worth to the rest of the world

and I thought you saw that in me but I was wrong following most of history

and taking it all in stride hiding inside the crooked walls of the catacombs

where I'll dwell when I meet you all in hell to pass the time I tried to find

some meaning in the empty cracks I know