hangover guides me home again.
old news spews through
the screens all around me.
lies are subjective
and time is a flat circle.
we are somewhere near the eye of the storm.
high ground is the sure plan to suffer so
save yourself by submitting to flood.
mirrors reveal your fastest escape plan.
clouds are coming no matter how hard
you blow back, so all you can hope for is snow.
we are somewhere near the eye of the storm.
Feb 8, 2017
Feb 8, 2017 at 3:53 PM UTC
hangover guides me home again.
old news spews through
the screens all around me.
lies are subjective
and time is a flat circle.
we are somewhere near the eye of the storm.
high ground is the sure plan to suffer so
save yourself by submitting to flood.
mirrors reveal your fastest escape plan.
clouds are coming no matter how hard
you blow back, so all you can hope for is snow.
we are somewhere near the eye of the storm.
