What the hell am I doing with my life?
Kind of just letting it happen for now
Drifting through without a defined purpose
As though fate will somehow carry me towards
The blissful future my shaded eyes see
Only shaded eyes, like seeing specters
I guess divine comfort is only that

Still I method act out the optimist
Some parts of yourself cannot be escaped
I can’t help but feel her breath on my neck
And whispering sensations on my skin
Thinking soon I will play nomad no more

Seeing the ***** thoughts she undresses
Through parting lips and silent caresses