Sugary blisters covers my soul in disgrace.
The midnight latern has run out of oil and darkess has come my way.
Screaming birds outside my window sing a cold lonely melody,
the ice notes of their night song makes me paranoid and lazy.
The moon shines like a frantic lightbulb, the stars are hidden away.
Planets laugh at my restlessness and my brain spins quick again.
Mornings are full of bittersweet caffeinated memories,
pale whispers takes the cheap dreams far away.
Holding on into the wrong place, the heart wanders alone.
Blank thoughts gets filled wrong under the merciless sun.
Ignorance is the cousin of not giving a shit,
both takes your hand and throw you into an emotional train.
