Now her paints are dry.... and I looked outside.... at the corner boys. hey oh where'd you go?. I don't know?. I went to see your pictuers. i spread them across the floor. so this is where they are shown. now they're probablly saying to you.... "If you keep it up you;ll be born..". but you will never listen. i'll bet. Burnt out grass. scorched by the sun. the buildings remain. we will beat them all to dust. I'll bet. Pulled from a headless shell. that blinked on and off hotel. now the nameless dwell. They hold your key and turn your knob. I'll bet. Would you say hello to my mom?. would you pay a visit to her?. she was an artist just like you were. would've introduced you to her. she would take me out on sundays. we go laughing through the garbage. she'd repaired legs like a docter. on the kitchen chairs we sat on. she was a unhappy just as you were. unhappy just as you were. unhappy just as you were. unhappy just as you were.