To the Basement

To the basement Down the stairs To the basement Where I keep my memories I go down and clean them When there’s nothing on T.V. Somewhere down below me Everybody sleeps And they have clean clear memories When there’s nothing on T.V. In the deepest ocean Where I hide my pride In the Devil’s Forest Where I bide my time It’s the small things that make the big things work and it’s the small things that really hurt Something starts Something ends And starts up again Something breaks Something bends At the start and the end