(0326) silent pop song no. 2

wearing thin and breaking the codes of innocence.
lost in her gaze, lost in her maze and being confused again.

watch the time go down the drain as i ignore the rising flames
that engulf the house where we await our fate.

processing the mail; i don't understand when i'm about to fail.
the cost is getting higher than the wage, and the paychecks seem fake.

i don't want to see all the blood that might be wasted on me.
transfer your calls. this is writing in the context of being half asleep.

if the fortune was true, then you'd know right now.
but i'm not asking for more if you don't know how.

i'm slipping on every crack in sight. the sun won't stay where i want it to.
i'm disappearing in the darkness of night. that way i won't have to think it through.