Chrome

the walls are painted different every second my eyes are of chrome it is television can't let go of my leg it's itching and bleeding layer by layer I'm peeling away burn down my house and make something happen stab me in the heart and make something stop 'cause I am so distracted I am slightly shocked by how things can keep going like a dead man's clock a mirror is hanging kinda loose on my wall I'm passing it sideways I'm saying hello my brother is halfways through a book I've left him called me today to see what I'd say