My rent Is stupidly cheap but I still can't eat I only manage to drink Each night I swear it's the last night I'm sick until noon When my hands shake and shake It's a goddamn shame We don't talk about anymore When your eyes are on me I stumble around stupidly I spend Too much of my time Thinking in past tense Laying in bed How does it feel to know that, No matter how tall your seeds have grown, and, No matter what you've etched in Stone, that some day, you will be forgotten