MY ASYLUM

this place is my asylum
where romance is dead

I can't hear a thing but

voices in my head,

last rites

and fist fights

I sang my song/

but they hung me from the heavens

to die by the drop

and said I was not one of them

you hit me in the soft cell/

wedding bells,

future head

the beat of your drum goes on/

like the atom bomb

on Hiroshima.

please,

stop what you're doing to me

this place is an asylum

I don't belong here

but,

I don't belong anywhere else

the fact is:

maybe I enjoy being in hell

9 in the morning/cigarette calling

she warned me this would happen

in the asylum

but,

I liked her,

too much to listen

I may be naïve but believe me -

it's something I'm working on.

go on, forget me

regret the seconds you wasted

wishing you were deaf

and dumb.

call me a liar, but don't ever tell me

that you're not far
from my asylum
yourself