I keep trying
To make ends break even
But then I get caught 
Daydreaming about Stephen
And it’s a sweet lullaby
But I cannot try
To do what they say
A locked box 
And Power says it’s okay
When I’m dying just to get out
But I face faces of solid stone 
And doubt
In who I claim to be
Why did everything desert me
In the forest of ill repute
And I hate when they call me cute
It’s not accurate
And there has been a spate
Of killings in the vicinity
Of will you or will you not know me 
When I abandon the sea
And set my stead on rock that knows me 
So well, it’s a foundation
And I used to be all elation
With the joy of a new birth
Til I tried to rewrite the hurt
Into stars of my own making
But hunger’s in every breath you’re taking 
To draw in more air
If you didn’t doubt would it be there?