Verse

Rabbit’s head hangs on the wall like a curse

And you closed your eyes but it only got worse

You were Sixteen, you’d a dream and it seemed a lot like this

Waiting in the suburbs for the evening train

But the dream comes back and it stakes it’s claim

Bats in the streetlights and crows on the wires like evangelists

Rabbit’s head

Never one to read much into the things he says or the things you do

Self analysis…

It’s the modern pastime of the bored

The self obsessed and the self ignored

A bullshit paralysis

Rabbit’s head