Aftersmell

Take away the challenge, leave me the rest
For the complete opposite reasons I'm feeling fragile again
Although it's a confusion of honesty fucking me over
There's no safety in the knowing, the prediction coming true

And even if this is a, that lingers in the aftersmell
It's no less a sadness, an understanding frustration
An exceeded quota long before hate scrolls my way

Another night of patronising those cheap magazines
As the t.v screen gives way to valium, half-watching
Black'n'white re-runs of subscriptions, as yet another
'Surrogate sunset' fades over all that went so wrong
Sunday's reserved for dreaming up a new excuse
Monday thru' Friday for refinement, and after a
Saturday spent attempting sex in a hopeless situation
I phoned up, to ask him what went so wrong

It lingers in the aftersmell
It's no less a sadness, an understanding frustration, an exceeded quota
Cut limbs are the aftersmell, a single act of madness
An understanding frustration, an exceeded quota long before hate's scrolled my way
Aftersmell



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Writer(s): Karl Larsen
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