Used to fall in time
Now I've lost my step
I haven't left this rug in 3 long months
And I can't find
Myself In all this disarray
I got too high
And couldn't write the pages I was living in
Oh I'd never be lost without it
If I've got no words for defining
I tried to tumble myself clean
In the washing machine
But I came out stumbling
With no more spark in these wires
To power the in-between
Could we walk into the arms of ourselves