Lucretia

Sitting up late at night, I tiptoe through the darkness Cold as hell, black as spades, aware of my immediate surrounding It’s in my place well I escape, up into my hideout Hiding from everyone, my friends all say, “Dave you’re mental anyway” hey Drift into a deeper state, I stalk the cobwebbed stairways Dirt grits beneath my feet, the stair creaks, I precariously sneak, yeah Hypnosis guides my hand, I slip slide through the walkways Sit in granny’s rocking chair, memories are whirling by, yeah Reminisce in the attic, Lucretia waits impatiently Cobwebs make me squint, the cobra so eloquently glints Moonbeams surge through the sky, the crystal ball’s energized Surely that like the cat waiting, Lucretia rocks away, hey