it's always about the longing with me
with me i'm always meters away
grabbing for the words i spoke

outside looking in
looking at the pain of being nowhere close to structure
nowhere close to what's right
society has it's ways and i'm drowing in it's waterfall of
commuting

close to what's real
the smell is deafening
and the jump is uneffecient
guitars weeping at the place they once came from
and the stars look up at the stars

there's no end to this crows nest of endless threads
wishing is as close as i get nowadays

because there's so much else to do

fucking bored with the analyse