| Things have fallen down on me | 
| Heavy things I could not see | 
| When I finally came around | 
| Something small would pin me down | 
| When I tried | 
| To step aside | 
| I moved to where they’d hoped I’d be | 
| Vanessa calls me on the phone | 
| Reminding me I’m not alone | 
| I fuss and quake and cavitate | 
| I try to speak and turn to stone | 
| Tilly reaches through my vest | 
| To do the thing that she does best | 
| She probes and tears my ventricles | 
| And steals my one remaining breath | 
| Things have fallen down on me | 
| Heavy things I could not see | 
| When I finally came around | 
| Something small would pin me down | 
| When I tried | 
| To step aside | 
| I moved to where they’d hoped I’d be | 
| Stumbling as I fall from grace | 
| She needs my vision to replace | 
| Her ailing sight throughout the night | 
| Leaving two holes in my face | 
| Mary was a friend I’d say | 
| Until one summer day | 
| She borrowed everything I own | 
| And then simply ran away | 
| Things have fallen down on me | 
| Heavy things I could not see | 
| When I finally came around | 
| Something small would pin me down | 
| When I tried | 
| To step aside | 
| I moved to where they’d hoped I’d be | 
| Things have fallen down on me | 
| Things have fallen down on me | 
| Things have fallen down on me | 
| Things have fallen down on me | 
| Things have fallen down on me | 
| Things have fallen down on me |