when going home isn't an option, mistrust lurks from the air vents, tiny ones, telling me i am it when i do as you say

but how did i become the villain? i think i took a glass and crackled with fiends in silence and when factory fumes left my eyes to tint the air, i screamed of violence

i cross mountains to switch the eye I'm looking at which is your right one i know you have another one it is on the left

little people sit around your bed to sing ballads in your name. you don't see them, but they are there they sing your name

i quit. expired thoughts cause a stench when they overstay their rent i thought about it, how funny it would be if i let my fucks all loose

I can see that some of my friends stop smiling when I'm not looking, i can hear them muttering of the sleep found in a coffin circa bound, in tryptophan

I was in a world where all I had to do was show up It was all improv, improv Nothing was practiced, the dance was unknown And I showed up to school to write a song for my class

when i wake up from sepia dreams, and everything becomes dusky and cold, consciousness increases agony, i feel heavy, and want to cry but the leather is blue, and sticks to my skin as i rise

i know it's hard when everyone's anew, but when you say sorry it seems sort of absurd You, a king, bending, blushing to the littlest nothing