Handcuffed
I see your empty bed right down the hall
The telephone lays on the floor
Graffitti on the wall
The stereo is quiet and the TV is turned off
The silence of your spirit here
Has drawn me here once more
I'm paralyzed just staring at
This ghost of memories. My tears are so
insistent, they keep pouring out of me
I pull myself together and wipe my eyes once
more. Pick up another blunt
Next to your shirt still on the floor
I throw it in the trash can overflowing up the wall
Those little things that bothered me
Now taken by the law
They sentenced you to just one year
Of structure in your life
The kind of love I failed to give
And now you pay the price.
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