Jude Grant - Lid

Lid

My brain is fried from algorithms and bad nutrition
From my day job, I'm too tired to do the dishes
Looks like I'm ordering takeout again
Then, I wander around my neighborhood past midnight
Like I'm looking for trouble
Something to reel against
Make me feel real again

Then, feel the wind blow
Through this hole
In me
I can't fill it up
So all night
All I hear
Is its whistling

Its whistling

Don't have anybody to light candles for
So I light this blunt instead
Then, stay up all night drinking strong coffee I made
So I don't ever go to bed alone

And I guess I could change that
But I'm just so tired of eating through new flings so fast
It makes me nauseous
And, when it's over
I get sick all over myself

Then, feel it run through
This hole
In me
I can't fill it up
So I just keep on
Looking for a lid
To cover it

I just can't find one that fits

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Writer(s): Grant Mower
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