The Residents Follow

She was opening up an elevator on a rainy day
Sitting on a little stool and looking far away
I asked if she would take me to another floor
She laughed and said she probably would
And then she closed the door

Possessions
Some are into silver
Some are into gold
Some are into having
Something nice to hold

Give it to someone else
I wanted to give it to someone else
And hear what they would say
I wanted to give it to someone else
And watch them as they played

I left it helpless all alone
And waiting on the floor
Squirming just a little bit
And looking at the door

He would take it as he wished
And I would listen in
Documenting as I would
The sound of slapping skin