Feel like I'm being taken over. And I know this isn't me. Feels like it's too high to get over. These waves just roll over me. . Which way to go?. What happened to you?.
Id pay good money to sort your head out. To blank out the screen. To take us back to simple pleasures and means. . Its a barbed little comment. Not big enough for the outside to see.
Nights have fallen down on you. Because of him. Claustrophobic, sleeping hot. Law can't keep the power. That you want within. . But who is your future resting its head upon?.
In a room, banging on about the world in words. Theres an old low light, it flicks on and off like our opinions. Three hours without a word, then you stroke my arm.