it’s hard to find sleep. hard enough to find sleep on my own. and now i’m struggling with excitement all alone, wide awake - once again - with so much on my mind and only the sound of wind blowing in and out of snorring bodies to kill the time with.
“How come they can put their souls to rest so perfectly fine at what seems to be just the right point in time, without the waking fear of counting one dumb story less (at the break of dawn)?” i think to myself as i take this wounded soldier from your hands to avoid a mess - once again.
not to feel stupid talking about our incommon past over and over again feels like the source for the beating in our chests, feels like the fresh wind right beneath our beaten wings - right benath our tired wings.
this remains as love for sure! no way in hell this could get any less or more. this will be love forevermore.
Track Name: Sleepless Inbetween
it’s hard to find sleep. it’s hard to find sleep on my own. and even at times i wished that someone was around, this kind of company would have been impossible to take - so give me a fucking break!
how nice of you to let me take part in this your boring life for the last six hours straight, where both sexist boys and disappointed girls mix up in an explosion, in a cocktail of attention and control, compensation and a bitter taste drenched in alcohol.
this i my world against yours. between my cage and your long hallway just thin glass - and i wasn’t even asked. this raging noise coming out of crashing bores’ throats, amplified by extended puberty is nothing but sickening and tiring, but still way too loud to let me drift to sleep.
Track Name: Guts
fake desperation rising from distorted facts
turning potential artists into gutless acts.
some false desire along with it
- unaddressed, yet cut to fit the kids materialistic calls,
theirs mums and dads and cash withdrawels.
there's always teenage kids,
there's grounded boys and girls.