hindsight

Sold my soul off to a toll box under streetlights in the nighttime

In the change box dropped a new one, it was tainted by the limelight

Took a night train in the dusk rain to dealer for my migraine

Got abducted by a spirit in the cellar it was contained

Now I live life in the twilight and the cold nights never freeze me

And my skin is so distorted by the dark haze in the foyer

Where i hang from chandeliers all candle coated and contorted

Don't you see me, just a ghost now, dear mother, are you let down?

All at once I see, calling out to me

Remnants of my dreams, chanting a story

A bridge yet to be passed, the last one didn't last