time's still standing still

where did you sleep last night?, it was a cold, cold morning, sunrise, stoking the coals, a couple of clowns still toking, and all the well-known skeletons, are singing the same old requiems, late in the evening in the bluest blue, only way to paint two lovers, i'm shit out of luck but i'm stuck on you, one sad sappy fucker, and all the well-known chemicals, are reeling me in now, letting go, and time's still standing still, and i'm still sitting on the windowsill, no talking, big thinking, there was something here that's faded away, i want to stop this scary feeling that these, these silhouettes had faces and names, but instead there's a chorus of strangers like a, a deck of cards in the back of my brain, and i'm stuck here with this hollow idea that when, when some things break they can never change, they never change, where did you sleep last night?, i can feel my shoulders shudder, stars shine their slivers of time, telling all their tales of wonder, and all the well-known skeletons, are singing the same old requiems, and time's still standing still, and i'm still sitting on the windowsill, no talking, big thinking, there was something here that's faded away, i want to stop this scary feeling that these, these silhouettes had faces and names, but instead there's a chorus of strangers like a, a deck of cards in the back of my brain, and i'm stuck here with this hollow idea that when, when some things break they can never change, they never change, they never change