the curtain's a sea anemone
  in the way it sways
  to the slow breeze
  I lie spread out on the floor
  looking at these things
  and most of them are yours
  and it's so nice
  sitting very still
  without those old shoes
  I could never fill
  starfish with its arms out in a daze
  staring at the stars
  through an ocean haze
  was I one you wished upon?
  burned out like a lightbulb
  when you turned me on
  and it's so nice
  sleeping here all alone
  with my ashtray and
  white courtesy telephone
  now I'm making out the shapes
  like the shower rod - can it take my weight?
  I will tell you I am fine
  I got some news, friend, feels like I'm dying
  turtle on its back in the desert sea
  and you look like a cool drink
  just slightly out of reach
  draw myself into the shell
  waiting on a sign from god
  or a nod from hell
  and it's so nice
  sitting very still
  without those old shoes
  I could never fill
  no we're turning on the lights
  it's the first day of my second life
  take my name off of the lease
  you can even keep the name it never suited me