The water feels sticky and I know I want to leave.
The days drag by, feeling deceived.
On my own in a flagrant incapacitating zone,
The same song always on repeat.
In a closed box room, I wanna eat the cake
But my stomachs turning my throat is burning
So I might just fake
That I’m ill just to get out of the conventional.
I'm miserable, I'm wonderful, forever fantasising a deliciously mouth-watering escape.
But it’s all going left and I can't find my rights
To be broke, I'm full of it
Being sold out by a broken lifestyle
Love-hating the nights
Why is there nothing that
I want to look at?
I feel like closing my eyes
All the time
I should forget to wake up, but
The moon is on the floor and
Gravity disintegrates into the melting puddles of my concrete ditch
Idolising throwing it all up but then I feel like
Going up all the way
To the top
I know I can eventually feel the wind
On my skin
The smell of sin mixed with the taste of rain
Always hating this part of the day
Feeling so lost.
But when I wake up I know that the sun is in my eyes
And then it all makes more sense than it did before
But it doesn’t when I close the door
Feeling all sorts of liquorice and twisted
Glazed with bitterness, somehow welcoming and wanting more