Leaning back against the wall. 3am feeling so tall.
But so unable to climb at all.
Funny pictures in my head, animated. But I paid for this.
Temporary bliss. Should give it a miss.
As I hope,
hopelessly failing at all the things that
I've spent time away from. Now it's
starting to claw at the canvas, stretching
holes. And so I
hope the roads I'm on won't turn me
in all dumb and useless.
Push away the stale regret.
All these strangers moving by. How in hell's face do you know my name?
Who am I in your game? You imply I'm wrong.
From nothing grows a thousand thoughts. Likely fiction, but you
could never know. Living in a show projected through your brain.
Always dimmed down from the last time. Picturing your own guilt as crime.
Pointless worry drenching every matter. Every window has to shatter.
Well I'm bored now from this waiting. Too much wonder getting frustrating.
Pointless worry wrapping us up, I say cheers and swig it down from a cup.
