Streets,
The wet concrete

Standing in a foot of snow
Waiting for the bus to show

Whatever I used to be
I’ll never know

Sheets,
Between them are our feet

Next to me you’d scream
A spine would save you and me

Whatever I used to be
I’ll never show

“You could never know,
The things you did to me
You’re so blind if you couldn’t see
It’s time to up and leave”

Preach,
Keep spinning underneath

Your cracks and flaws creep
Surfaced while I sleep.

Whatever I used to be
Doesn’t bother me