I'm trying to put this thing to bed. I drugged it in it's sleep. There isn't many memories I'm comfortable to keep. This ball keeps rolling on. It's heading for the street. Keep expecting you to send for me. Tte invitation never comes. Each time I turn around. There's nothing there at all. So tell me why I feel like. I'm up against a wall. But maybe it's a false alarm. And every answer sounds the same. Just colours bleeding into one that hasn't got a name. Maybe I can't see. Maybe it's just me. Another curtains coming up. The audience is still. I'm struggling to cater for. The space I'm meant to fill. And distance doesn't care. No distance doesn't care. Each time I turn around. There's nothing there at all. So tell me why I feel like. I'm up against a wall. But maybe it's a false alarm. And every answer sounds the same. Just colours bleeding into one that hasn't got a name. Maybe I can't see. Maybe it's just me. I'm trying to put this thing to bed. I drugged it in it's sleep. Remember what you said.. Are you comfortable to keep it?. Keep it?