Two days gone, somebody
Checked in on you - that rotten smell
Had gotten into
All the tenets' rooms
You were found sitting up
All alone in the bathtub, your clothes dry

But your brother doesn't want to know
And nobody told your care-worker you died
Weightlifting magazines, your little tv sets
Your cigarettes...
Some ad sent you a big fake
Million dollar bill
You thought it was the real thing
You were gonna buy the world.

How crushing it must have been to find
This is not your place, this is
Not your time.

At least you're numb to the sun
Crashing down upon
Your fifty-something hide.

Time's already working hard against the mind
There is no kindness, there's a different
Kind of crime.
Voices you were hearing baby blue
Was it god? Why did he only want to talk
To you?
Your forgotten mind
Is also mine.