She's drawing pictures with a razorblade she says she wants to spend the day with me she tells me of the time she went to rescue all her pills from the empty corner pharmacy I wonder how she feels And as I lay I heard the crumbling mountain tops inside my feeble wandering restless disposition wondering if she's been here all along wandering in and out of all the hallways of my mind And so I lay beside her on a mattress in the kitchen and we watch the sun come up and she takes my hand beneath the blanket to her body and she whispers softly that she was glad that we had met