Lately I’ve been feeling something,
But I don’t know what it is.
I can’t define anything,
Or ask for help with it.
I feel lackluster, heavy in the head,
And all these people on the T.V say I’m better off, better off, better off dead.
I feel lazy and delusional,
I don’t even make my bed.
I position all my belongings in a line upon my hand.
A clover, well that’s just my luck.
Guess I’ll just roll over.
I’m on pins and needles to see your truth, such as it is.
Well my minds on fire and my beds so wet but I lay my head in it.
And still I keep my kin and spend my wares again and again.
I’ll sell my self I’ll sell my head, head, head, head, head.
And concerning my delusions,
My castle made of sand.
I position all my belongings in a line upon my hand.
maybe I’ll find something new,
Some shiny thing in the darkest place I could think to look into.
Cause every day is a waste,
A waste in a bad dream.
My suffering.
Oh clover, well that’s just my luck.
Guess I’ll just roll over…
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