Byzantine and Hemlock

Found you flush upon the floorboard Your eyes were cemeteries You were screaming about the CIA It still seems like yesterday I remembered you as a child Afraid of fireworks Gripping tight to your mother's leg But all memories fade away It still seems like yesterday You did a spell in San Quentin But the pastures of Peralta Seemed destructive For new life to begin So you slept on the street again Sometimes the voices sing melodies Sometimes they bring me to my knees Sometimes the ground is the only thing permanent Above it Or beneath But its easier To be indifferent To be alone Yes it's easier Like Byzantine and Hemlock Like bootstraps made of lead Just like a solider has his bayonet Just like a clown has their balloons Hands tied tight to survival It's just a paler shade of blue It still seems like yesterday It still seems like yesterday