Asleep on the floor with the cold bleeding into me
The silence falls all in and scares away my sanity
Today is just yesterday all over again.
The wood floor battled with my spine,
And my neck is so stiff, i can't even look up.
This is genuine hamster wheel syndrome hell.
No matter what you try to do in this world,
No matter how you change and fold for others
As soon as you are tainted with society you are putty.
Spineless, mindless self indulgence is the big new thing
As we march down broken streets
In our matching baseball caps and panties
Without Victoria's Hollister Ambracrombic Fitch
We are settled into a gutter
To battle our colours as fallen leaves tend to do in Autumn.
Some of us pretend (Ignorantly) that it's spring,
Or pretend that we're back in the easy breezy days of summer
But I just bow my head and accept winter's approach.
Wait, for the frost, the worst and most beautiful time of year
To drown under it and watch the world passing by
Unable to feel movement or consequence.
Until there's a change in tides brought on by the new moon
And social status has a change of heart
As long as you have the right striped tights or bikini.
It's a lottery game of the he says she said
Completely ridiculous bullshit we pad our walls with
And after 21 years of running in circles
I feel much more content to just freeze to the floor.