Sticky magazine pages on the desk in the corner
of this waiting room I'm in.  
I'd rather fall asleep
and fill my head with things
that could be but aren't,
than read about the things in life
that shouldn't be yet somehow overwhelm.
They're at ease with it
I could never be at ease with anything.
Biding all my time so near
and yet so far from anyone I know.
Waiting for the life I sold my freedom for,
just to get away from halfheartedness
You're at ease with it
I could never be at ease that
This is how it feels to be connectionless
it's free but it's a bore
Better than directionless
like the bulk of people are
They're so free with it
I could never be so free with anything
Sitting in a cloud of idiocy and the unknown
building up your negatives and
tightening your own shackles
You're okay with it
You're at ease with it
I could never be at ease with anything that.