Shattered

I am the shattered shell,
That your brain stem keeps finding reasons on which to dwell,
I am not the question that your answer's seek to find,
Didn't you read the sign? It said 'Out of my mind',

Promise to return some time...
I need a vacation, an escape into a life of crime,
A crime of absence,
And assault, a bat to knock my heart into some god damned
sense,

What do you mean that is your property under my fence?
I am my own, I checked the blueprints.
Want to play a game? How about pretend?
Let's pretend I know the answers again,

Pretend the space behind my eyes isn't foreign now,
And that the world felt right again some how,
That all the hope I could send,
Would bring me back from scattered to the wind.....