insanity comes quietly to the structured mind
ian, janis
she sits on a window sill. looking down
imagining what is it like to be dead
she walks out upon the ledge
searching for the living end
wondering just what has changed in her head
looking outward through my pain
looking through my window pane
see her face turn into rain
she prepares her face at last. taking off the piece of glass
she doesn't cry. she's very young
then so quickly she stands up. takes her shoes off in a lump
she lays them down. lately she has drowned
checks to see her room is neat
making sure her clothes are clean
dying - death in dirty clothing puts you down
looking outward through my pain
looking through my window pane
see her face turn into rain
then so quickly she stand up
pretends she's in gym shooting a basketball
floating downward through the air
remembering the state of her hair
and nobody hears it at all
looking outward through my pain
looking through my window pane
see her face turn into rain
dawn coming through the rain
it has washed her mind away
i went ahead and made my bed
nothing really need by said
you can have it cause i don't want it
if you want it you can have it