I lie down

Below your drink ad

I lie down

Right next my vomit

 

I had your hair cut

Some junk of mine

Food, indi clothes

From where you come

 

I was born here

In this poor crap

Learning to sleep

To fall

Inhale

To live like you

 

Along my garbage

Side by side

Look at me

I’m here

 

I’m the indi man

Reading junk press

News of the ego

Sleeping all day

Drinking at night

 

Look at your heart

I’m just right here

Look inside of you

You are me

I am you

Just in front of you

 

I lie down

I lie down

I lie down

I lie...