My blinds divide the sun's light
Throwing patterns on the wall
I got a lukewarm coffee on a lonely day
I cough and cringe at thoughts that hinge
On rotten things like love, like loss
They're all the same
All The same
All these games
I want a place to be alone
But I can't be there by myself
It's everything or nothing else
Static blazes from our screens
We make them seem illustrious
They make us crave the passing craze and lust
And it's all the same
All The same
All these games
I want a place to be alone
But I can't be there by myself
It's everything or nothing else