Bedrooms breed the worst nightmares.
I know I am not alone, but Im feeling lonely anyway.
The ones who nod along, you may call them friends,
They just have to see, but no one understands
Except that everyone is feeling that way.
The blinds are down, I don’t see what’s out
Yet they can watch through hazy lights
While I spend my nights trying to fight
Feelings of flight I can’t seem to shake.
The next day it’s hollowed out inside
Didn’t get the sleep, reasonable effective mend
I’ve got too little of it if any lately. Feels are rainy
Laughs and overemphasis show me
That they see but might aswell ignore it
That they feel but might aswell be burying
That they hurt but I’m too selfish in caught-upness
I have cuts when others have so gruesome scars.
So why complain about all of the mundane
When it’s not the terror for you to deserve it.
I cry too much but wholly without tears.
I might be fake but wouldn’t know the fit
Of all of the normalcy they talk about.
So what, it’s gonna get worse now but no one cares.
If anyone does, don’t let yourself share
The horrors of mundaness, a terror in the useless
But it must be everyone, right?
That lives a horrible life. Or maybe I’m just broken,
Somehow I manage so much to hold in.
A broken clock’s right twice a day,
So I’m not a clock, but they use me as such.
Anyway, some perspectives sure are hopeless.
I want to resign in a glaring hole that’s on a crest
And then go so far east I’m in the west.
But getting away only leads me astray
Without a clear view on the wide-open sea
Will I see land again in twenty years?
Is there any purpose here? Will I even be there?
Excuse me if I just can’t bring myself to see.
So I don’t know where this is heading
Going places while staying in a morgue
When my life’s so boring and unspoken of
Living a lie, treating a life so that I’m functional
So that I keep a crooked smile well in my pocket.
I used it like lipstick, didn’t have to show it
Because there was a mask I just couldn’t take off.
