Is this just a game we play
to make it all seem fun?
I hate that hollow feeling I
get in my chest when I
realize how easily I can give up.
A painter paints my canvas grey
as I stand idly by.
I stand idly by too stoned
in a stupor too sweet
to surrender to the shadow of the sphinx.
It’s all just too much, you see
I don’t want to walk alone.
where’s your severed ear, can’t you hear?
I don’t want to walk alone
(note: image is from my.spill.com)