Slowreader Fallen On The World
hey fellow fool
you seem to be moving slowly
scattered in smoke
filled rooms forever empty
while pretty smiles are passing by
wishing you could step outside
of yourself
helplessly
she says she's done and you're done for
pacing around
salting the wounds, wishing for more
and vagueness masks the weathered eyes
that preying preys on otherwise
everytime
so you've run yourself ragged
and fallen on the world
angry that we think
she's just another girl
reason with me
old friend you'll soon be much older
so close every door
to warmth of this love getting colder
cause you've run yourself ragged
and fallen on the world
once folded neatly
you're banner reads
"i've just been unfurled"
