Between the last drink and the first dream Drifting in between screams Dark secrets, pieces don't fit Guess I'll practice my staircase wit The illusion of motion The ghost pushes you down Between the sheets of scratch paper sits The perfect place for half lies Father's shit and mother's graceful grit Seesaws over my bent spine The illusion of motion The infinite distance The ghost pushes you down A chemical echo Walking up the stairs in the dark One more than I thought there would be Foot in the air and I fall I cannot see Young enough not to notice how it's easily avoided Old enough to vanish and be poisoned by these voices Relentless waves, I'm diving into the wreck