Pre-Medicated Murder - No Use For A Name

More times than five, I've been right here by your side
Still wondering... Where did you go?

Walk down the hall in a mental manacle
Don't want to be 'round when you take yourself out
But I have more vigor than this
Step to the plate to swing and miss
And it's a complicated life, when "how you live, is how you die."

Looks like your soul is connected to a wall
A photograph stands by the bed
Of better times,
When we crumble with our spine
But lived the next day... And put the malice away.

That's when I noticed the drip,
Ignored the line that didn't skip
It seemed the blue suburban sky turned to gray, polluted night.

So now you sleep inside the space
A bed of roses, the thorns are placed
No more sleepless night, just for me
But as for you, a memory.