Become my posters on the wall
Most nights I dream that I don't sleep at all
It's increasingly clear to me I am a dog
When I howled at the moon and a piece came off
Books start weighing down my top shelf
And I awaken with a yearning for another self
I'm the same as the other name
So why would I want to be weary anymore?
Come running when I hear a call
Through a chain link fence and two different walls
You can call me the same and still end it all
At the same named domicile I became a dog
And books stop weighing down my top shelf
And I awaken with a yearning for another self
I'm the same as the other name
So why would I want to be weary anyway?
So I bite and I bay at the heels of the moon
And I pray that the snow falls heavily soon
On the hands that lay stones at the base of my tomb
So the meter evens out when I write them a tune
And what exactly stays the same?
And what exactly goes away?