You woke up
in a room
unfamiliar
unknown

a blonde hair or was it brunette?
& what do you care?

This time is the last time

You stretch your arm for the cure
only this time for the pain

it will never end

flame underneath the spoon
the smell of addiction
reminds me of you
a slow decay of a soul
a slow decay of my soul

the room remains the same
& your head grows like the rain

the room remains the same
& your thoughts grow
like the rain like the rain like the rain

The sickness grows in the streets
the youngsters & trashed-up heads

& you woke in the room
unfamiliar
unknown

a blonde hair or was it brunette?
& what do you care?

and you say:
this time will be last time
just like before
just like before
just like before

just like a fall...