Butterfingers Sober
I'm tired
Curiosity hates legacy
I wonder
Indeed it be so quiet
I'm falling
Don't shake my nerve cells agony
Remember
We used to give it up a lot
I thought i'm feeling sober
And i'm getting older
I'm like a candle in the dark
So i could see it very far
I won't be long expired
In judging things so secretly
Rejected
From circles rich with empathy
I'm falling
Inspired, consorted, corrupted
