Cataracts Have Spoken

It's been so long since I have smiled as long as trains, commercials and spiders crawl through my hair and eat my flesh when I am dead they'll be my friends, constant memoirs. You're just an onion, another stupid onion, just a fucking onion. When you're away I seem to hide my face from the sun. It's been so long since I have smiled as long as trains, commercials and spiders crawl through my hair and eat my flesh when I am dead they'll be my friends, not an onion. Why is it so clear, alone and waiting here, it's been so long since I've smiled.