I've not sold out given first chance
That would have been three and a half years ago
I must be sincere or nothing at all
We're better than we need to be
We're technically proficient
And it's sad
Everything solved at once
The moment I leave here
Absence makes my heart grow colder/
There's some rot that needs removing
It was a shimmering, shattering, low but not harrowing interval
It's not that my head's dulled, I'm just not settled
If you want me to stop talking
I'm going to need help
I have some trouble with processing change that's why I resist it until
I'm bored same streets; cyclical living
If you want me to stop talking
I'm going to need help
Going to sleep sober, waking up drunk
Time laid out in front of me - 7 years is enough
Everyone's a victim, self loathing is sinister
I can't get over the space that you've left here
I'm a judge in prison
Long gaps between visits
Or data cleansing worker bee
It's how I process my day to day