(0290) offramp pt. 3

tomorrow, i once had a story to tell.

and they said to listen to your heart... i'll listen to whatever sounds more smart.

and tension is what will make all these dirty newspapers sell.

don't panic.

don't panic, and i could barely remember how to move.

television shadow and social reflections on the pavement making all their decisions.

no need for a brain.

i needed to escape from their numbing insanity.

the depressing wave of fear and self-preservation was starting to stick in the air.

if you feel it, does it make it true? either way, what's the use? to help soothe?

sleep without a night light like i was meant to...

you see, real so-called souls don't need your faulty spiritual glue.

hold still in my moment and wait to take the last train home.