DREAM

I just met a cashier

With not a single sparkle left in her tired eyes

I guess working a nine-five

Eventually puts out even the wildest fires

Now I'm walking in the rain, drenched ashes on my wake

Barbed wire around my head, I've seen worse

Put the hole on my back again, I used to be the same

Lost in a blurry haze, but I'm gone

I could have been this way for all my life

Just drifting alone in the dead of night