Its days like these
I wish I was in a coma
Unable to feel the feeling of being watched
And being free to dream endlessly
Instead I chain-smoke
And look at the sky
Cursing the birds
And blessing the butterflies
Trying to ignore my third eye
Which has turned into a ticking clock
And all I pray for is just to get by
But so far that’s not happening
And I have no money to unwind
So my soul keeps unraveling
I need a change
And I need it quick
Before I see another shooting star
And wish for death