Lost between the side of the sofa and stuck in my mattress,
under my covers I hide.
The face in the mirror is not me but I’m searching,
I welcome myself with a wide grin, and met by yellow railings
the arms on my clock have snapped and I’m lost for time.
Its break-time and I’m wracking a bomb of speed
The rizla pinched between a pocket made by flesh
Awaiting a dose for all those naughty boys
naughty toys and scoundrels, fiends and thief’s each paired and united
for we stand together with bowed legs and arms around shoulders
standing like soldiers and staring at trees
wet cement and muddy trackies
my reeboks have a hole in them
and so does my head
as I lay on grass staring into the sky
it fucks me
As tears dry my face
a ripple in a puddle
sounding like an echo in a hall
I’m lost and found
As self-absorbed as the words on this sheet
But I long for you to once again steer me in the right direction
Because I haven’t felt much since you left
Just anguish and pain
So I seek the things we need to
And get high when I can
Paint pictures in the evening
That i never understand
Lost for words
But have a knack for the written ones
Always stuck in a daydream
Like I’ve never been in one
A teapot reformed with gorilla glue
Unknown to what’s ahead of him
There will be a time of feeling full again
Just try and stay away from ketamine
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