Everything I say gets drowned out by cheap perfume and cigarettes.
I heard there once was a time when the only things labeled, were jars.
Now everything is defined by another.
An endless circle of cans' and can'ts'
It's so tiring.
Everything I aim for is shooting me down like a bird.
I heard we all have pre-made holes, never able to be made full.
Now everything is in our minds.
On our minds.
An endless rant of holy waters or red wines.
It's so tiring.
Everything I see, I've seen so much.
Seeing day by day.
I heard the same sounds, and they don't matter anymore.
Now everything is so repetitive
An endless dispute between caring and slumber.
It's so tiring
Everything has become a bore
Almost full off boredom.
I heard such things that have driven the emotions out of me.
Now I'm pulling out the string in the seams.
An endless unraveling of sanity.
It's so...tiring.