I feel empty Parts of me are drifting in the ocean I can't swim And get sea sick too easily I just sit on this rock in the middle of the ocean Watching myself float into the deep blue Taking off my hat and waving them off Hoping that they return with more life than I could've given them
I live in a comic book covention of my own hatred Being reflected back on to me as we rub shoulders "Welcome, enjoy the view, the coffee is blunt and the biscuits point fingers But hey, at least you'll always have company"