No Use For A Name

Suddenly I see myself returning
To the scene where I was ridden of this crime
Looking at the outline of the chalk drawn on the street
I left so much behind here that the silhouette was me
I never thought that we were miserable
But how can two be only in it for themselves?
There is nothing left to say, I've swallowed my tongue anyway
Driving out into another state, I can see the road behind me
Falling back into the same mistake, so hard to avoid
Never will the smallest voice again be silent, yours to destroy
Panic followed blindly by depression
When the roads become the buildings in your mind
Moving up the elevator to floor sixty-three