Drugstore Fanatics The Boy
the movement of the air
is the only thing i can breathe
it’s my only possession
it’s my only disease
if a sea of self resentment
is the only thing you can see
will you be able to forgive yourself
what a pale existence
reminds me sometimes of me
i could see the resemblance
i could see the difference
i’ve been a boy for to long
but i’m awake the boy here,
how long ‘till he’ll break
intend to miss you
intend to miss you bad
but tend to keep my habitat sealed
burn my loved ones it seems i’m
so indifferent to the meaning of
existence and feelings
bound to a toll on my heart is
pushed away alone here
how long ‘till i’ll haze
