(0377) a state of mind
a mess that we left, and we never went back to clean it up. clothes on the floor, dishes in the sink, and everything else still floating around in my head. it's a bullet of contrition. it's the guilt of being free. it's an awkward, passing moment that never ends up passing. it's the warmth of every summer and the randomness of change. but there's no point in going back when there was that much rain.
my desolation only leaves me alone for so much time. a fake and a fraud and a state of mind to zone it all out. when i turned around, i only saw my shadow, but i still tried to run away.. if for no other reason than any number of irrational fears.. the insufferable neurotic with a gun of paranoia to his head.. he wakes up every morning and never changes his habits. he can't wake up when he's awake. he can't sleep when he's asleep. it's like waiting for your lines in a made-up role. but these days, standing around is all we really have left to do. might as well stand somewhere good and get a decent view.
my desolation only leaves me alone for so much time. a fake and a fraud and a state of mind to zone it all out. when i turned around, i only saw my shadow, but i still tried to run away.. if for no other reason than any number of irrational fears.. the insufferable neurotic with a gun of paranoia to his head.. he wakes up every morning and never changes his habits. he can't wake up when he's awake. he can't sleep when he's asleep. it's like waiting for your lines in a made-up role. but these days, standing around is all we really have left to do. might as well stand somewhere good and get a decent view.
