Don't mind me...I'm bored.
In my chest it feels a flutter,
like doves caught in my mouth.
Fighting, clawing, reaching towards the light.
Crippled children with wet eyes, dropping down.
beeps, clicks, flat lines to drive me wild
concentrate on the prize.
In my chest it feels a flutter,
like doves caught in my mouth.
Fighting, clawing, reaching towards the light.
Crippled children with wet eyes, dropping down.
beeps, clicks, flat lines to drive me wild
concentrate on the prize.
I so hate the drugs I take.
Christmas is so gay.
My haiku for you.