When you feel like an intruder
In your own house
Awkward and stiff
Nervous and sick
And hide by running,
Or driving
Far, far, far
Your only wish is to breathe
Without the creeping of consequence
Without the knot in your stomach
And the chill on your skin
Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 3:17 PM UTC
When you feel like an intruder
In your own house
Awkward and stiff
Nervous and sick
And hide by running,
Or driving
Far, far, far
Your only wish is to breathe
Without the creeping of consequence
Without the knot in your stomach
And the chill on your skin
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