26 Hours late to the weekend, scrub the mold off of my bad posture
Im swelling into a stranger, a person i never knew, unrelated and real late as it is
Just another symptom of age, always left with an acid aftertaste
Disdain, distilled complaints, my future is stoned, so long, so lost in darling song
Somewhere some where like this is heaven
Sometimes some times are too simple to believe in
I am immune to outside influence, no one can get me down anymore