I'm out of time
You're out of line
I'm tired
Tired
Tired
This you know.
You are sublime
And I'm just fine
Life's boring
Boring
Boring
Things are slow.
And writing this I'm growing bored
It's funny you're so self assured
You know how awful things can be
My heart and soul I often poured
My feelings thoroughly explored
Hilarious how little you can see
Now everything is unappealing
As time moves on I grow unfeeling
Puzzle pieces never really fit
I'm trying not to be revealing
There's no appeal in merely healing
And frankly now I do not give a shit
