There's too many lights
For me to think clearly
The people are fast but their
Faces are all closed and twisted
I haven't seen the Sun in about five hours
I'm starting to get homesick
From places I have never been
The drinks still taste the same and there's
Never any new words to change my perspective
I'm losing interest faster than I could care to mention
I've had the same fucking night for the
Last three weeks and I'm getting restless
I guess you could say I'm getting tired
Wasted daylight hours
Wasting twilight now
Irrespective of the quality of air
And the thoughts that creep in past the second hour
I wish that I could feel more grateful for this time
But deep down I know
I've never felt so fucking alive
It's almost 6 o' clock
And I don't feel alright
I know I did it first
That doesn't make it right
And now it's in my head
And there it will manifest
Until there's nothing more than
Broken skin and shallow breaths
No I don't feel fine
But it's enough to get by
Everything's according to plan
