i spit slowly in the gutter
and face you with a stutter
trapped inside a bubble
all my thoughts begin to muddle
dripping out my ears
in an incandescent puddle
time takes on another form
shades of grey and black. forlorn.
life loses its appeal
when everything is so unreal
i brim so full of tears
its almost tiring to conceal
a luke-warm wave of bland
sing along to your favourite band
its always all the same
every motion, word, and name
run with all your fears
cause life is nothing but a game
slipped from this bottle into my mind
just to leave it all behind
drops of ice into my palm
and im flooded with a calm
like a murky blood red sunrise
in a light grey morning dawn