Lines-

My lines are bleeding together
My ties to reality are severed
I can't get out of my bathroom
Cause I've forgot where I am

Now I'm searching on the floor
For that paper-back-cut-out whore
I must've nailed her to a door
I must've drank 'til my throat was sore

I've walked down rainy streets
I've walked you to your seat
My thoughts can't be separated
I never thought that you related

I know you're standing on the corner
I know I'm glad that you're a mourner
I feel liked I've lived inside the gutter
I feel I'm your driver and you need a putter