I’ve a phone that never rings;

I’ve numbers, but none to listen

Maybe, I would forget the tone

For I could never use it.

I’ve a car,

with empty seats

They look new as

Nobody stepped in.

I’ve money and pretty

But nothing to spend

May be cigarettes and alcohol

But never to enjoy with someone.

Close the door when you leave

I expect no guest.

You are the last one

And I better go to sleep.

I forgot how to dream

What to dream about?

This is a vacuum – inspires nothing

I better go to sleep.

I haven’t used the happy face

Maybe someone stole it;

I’ve a smile which is skin deep.

Wrinkles and tears distort them.

Shadows and footprints aren’t found.

Am I standing on it?

On a night without a moon,

Everything is hard to find.

My smile is skin deep

Join me for a week

To see me weep