It must be nice.
You should feel grateful to have
Your own place to fall... into their arms
Dreaming through windows
Watching your hair grow
Isn't bad at all
It must be nice.
You should feel grateful to have
Your own space to crawl, no matter how small.
Even in darkness,
Where positions useless,
A dream is tall.
Wasted an hour pacing
It's something after all.
All this time. something restless
And ripping through us all
Ripping and shredding through us all.
