(0304) behind the picture

behind the picture lies a broken face, straightened hair, and a made-up name.
late to work and stuck in traffic. i watched your eyes as they worked magic, and mine went astray.
stolen thoughts from a homeless guy who just walked around until he died without ever wearing shoes.
i drove until daylight came. the darkness had swallowed all your rage while you managed to just exist.

the ventilator that kept you breathing wasn't there when they were reading their bibles that day.
scan the barcode and watch the price inflate. nobody notices so they keep it raised as you're looking at the time.
stand in line for eternity. the sign ahead says you can pay for free.. whatever that means.
free to choose and pay to lose.. upside-down with a noose that never seems to loosen its grip.

bored as hell and chasing my tail.. i never received your secondary mail until i came back to life again.
take a number and walk on by. meet you there in the frozen air as i ask myself exactly why i'm here.
written off like summer days, you imagine a ghost inside this place and ignore everything you've become.
we shed our skin and pick up the slack.. take this memory and give it back to whom it belonged to before.

i'm different in the static, but there's still room for it to grow under a sky of what's yet to be written.
it's something that you still can't see nor read.