The comforting ache
Of the summer holidays
Pointless days pining
Afternoons whining
The suburbs scream
At passers by
They scream of escape
A mute siren
In wasted light
Hope takes flight
I donât mind losing self-respect
Iâve done it before and Iâll do it again
Iâm stifled tonight, which is fine
Iâve done it before and Iâll do it again
Billboards evanesce
Under regular beams of light
Toothpaste smiles
Donât seem so bright
Homogenize!
Donât revise!
I donât mind losing self-respect.
Iâve done it before and Iâll do it again.
Iâm thwarted tonight, which is fine
You see Iâve done it before and Iâll do it again
The kids are sick again.
Nothing to look forward to
They jumped the cliff again
Future sinks beneath the blue.
The kids are sick again.
Nothing to look forward to
They jumped the cliff again
Future sinks beneath the blue.
The kids are sick again.
Nothing to look forward to
They jumped the cliff again
Future sinks beneath the blue.
The kids are sick again.
Nothing to look forward to. |
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