Ten thousand times I could tell you over
How many times I would rip through walls and ticking a typing

I wrote a library of books in that back closet
Scraping at the walls with my knees in a magazine
Roll her on out just to slide her back in
Unravelling rolls into their machinery and click away

This was where you could embrace misery
With enough energy you could talk yourself out of anything
A mind in flight, full of addiction; a circulating masterpiece

This glorious night, as I trip the horizon turns vertical
I'd burn this place down if I had a match

My nicotine hands are shaking
A frantic voice is at the other side of the receiver
"Won't you even tell me a portion of the problem?"

I grab a fist full of air and lunge at your face