he woke up with his hair already greased
lying naked
tangled in the sheets
walk to the window
open wide
gas stations passed in the present day
in the morning light they're all blown away
their faces have a restlessness that has both passed and still remains
and each step is a dagger in the ground
everything is broken in its wake
everything is broken maybe that's ok
everything is broken
maybe that's ok
blown out in the morning light
even the trash looks alright
in piles and piles
on the corners where we stood once long ago
and i can't change
your face has been lost
in the wasteland of my mind
so smile
and remember the way
those situations were played