Lyrics
Two days gone
Somebody checked in on you
That unsettling smell got into all the tenants' rooms
You were found
Sitting up, all alone in the bathtub
Your clothes dry
But your brother doesn't wanna know
And nobody told your caseworker you died
Weigh-lifting magazines, your little TV set
Your cigarettes, cigarettes, cigarettes
Some ad sent you a big fake million dollar bill
You thought it was the real thing
You were gonna buy the world
How crushing it must have been to find
This is not your place, this is not your time
At least you're numb to the sun
Crashing down upon your fifty-something hide, hide
And time's already working hard against the mind
No, there is no kindness
There's a different kind of crime
Those voices you were hearing, baby blue
Was it God?
Why did he only want to talk to you, to you?
Your forgotten mind is also, also mine
