Goth
My brain in triplicate
A sellotaped certificate
Today, so delicate
A sunset, an epithet
My mind indifferent
Displaced, itinerant
A cliché, a country song
Black Friday, the atom bomb
I scrubbed those dirty dishes
Like I was trying to save my soul
But if there is only chaos
Then I don't wanna be in control
I don't want to go slack
And seep into the land
But if knowledge makes me harden
Then I don't want to understand
A sellotaped certificate
Today, so delicate
A sunset, an epithet
My mind indifferent
Displaced, itinerant
A cliché, a country song
Black Friday, the atom bomb
I scrubbed those dirty dishes
Like I was trying to save my soul
But if there is only chaos
Then I don't wanna be in control
I don't want to go slack
And seep into the land
But if knowledge makes me harden
Then I don't want to understand
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Writer(s): Conor Hicks
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