Stemage Leo
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 nothing's 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 relate to 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
