Strange, your eyes, they come around again to haunt me. With delicates unwinding now, free from all words that fill your mouth. Unbound to anything that keeps you grounded. Where's the shame in that? I'll be dead and gone before I have the courage to fall apart. And this house of memories is burning down and there's no way to put it out. Take these soiled images and create an unbound space in between the place where you left yourself for dead, the last place that I've left in my head. Recent changing, life's re-arranging. I'm afraid you won't come back again to see the other side of this, old friend.