Awful Fall

Seal the door (of which only one lock works)
 What is expected of me now... who knows
 With tacks stuck in toes
 Debating on what's likable
 But certainly this isn't home
 Certainly not
 It's not so funny
 Skipping breath, inhaling rope
 It's always just when I need to see
 That the lights flicker and short out on me
 Rootless over-thinkers in the mirror
 One after the other after one after the other
 Taking turns in my behavior
 Taking their turns in my behavior
 It's not so funny
 Skipping breath, exhaling rope
 It's always just when I need to see
 That the lights flicker and short out on me
 I am the best at seeing things
 When the captive worms in the tin are freed
 But begin to lose sight one again
 When the dust is finished settling
 And my friends in this room are weakening
 With their penchant for conditioning
 And their dispositions on a swing
 From the toxins and distracting means
 Just when I need to see, the lights flicker
 Flicker, flicker, flicker, flicker
 It's not so funny, skipping breath
 Inhaling and exhaling rope
 Just when I need to see
 The lights flicker and short out on me
 It's not so funny, it really is such an awful fall