Bright Eyes

Now and again it seems worse than it is, but mostly the view is accurate. You
see your breath in the air while you climb up the stairs to that coffin you
call your apartment. And you sink in your chair, brush the snarls from your hair
and drink the cold away. You are not really sure what you are doing this for
but you need something to fill up the days. A few more hours. There is a dream
in my brain that just won't go away. It's been stuck there since it came a
few nights ago I'm standing on a bridge in the town where I lived as a kid with