Carry me home, I’ve been a fool. Lying in the dark I came close to an answer. Break my will, make it match the decor of a sad little loser who can’t do anything right. Come on get me higher, I’m sick of this scene.
Somewhere in my head maybe I know what I want. I don’t know what I want, but maybe I know what I don’t. Or maybe I don’t.
The darkness turns towards me and opens its mouth. These contrived little metaphors are getting me nowhere, so kill me already, cause I’ve readied my grave. It never ends with this derivative nonsensical bullshit. Where is home? I feel like a fool. Lying in the dark I came close to a question.
Give it a rest, cause you’re not fooling anyone.
But if I can fool myself, then maybe I can sleep. Lying in the dark I found literally nothing.
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