Leo woke up in his bed again Startled by all his familiar friends Burnt out, stubs confectionary wrappers, bottles spent and empty Leo felt a terror in the world
He sighs, it's not so bad And goes about his day as if nothings changed
He finds it so hard to explain the way he can't communicate The feeling's there, but he can't say why it's so hard to relateto you or anyone
Leo quickened his step toward his car He broke into a sprint at twenty yards As he guessed the dogs had come ripping into his arm for fun Leo got away in his blue car
