Loose Ends

It's been days now
My eyelids quiver
The room it shivers
Disrupting every straight line
And then my sight drifts
Everything shifts
I'm flung from side to side
Nothing to calm the air
Watch out for the unease hiding in the truth
Better huddle up and sway
To the beat of my migraine
Watch out for the unease hiding in the truth
Better huddle up and sway
To the beat of my migraine
Always picking up stranger's bits
Mould them into existence
It's been days now
I roam the outskirts
Keep far from the middle
On one of many train lines
And then my sight drifts
Everything shifts
I'm flung from side to side
Nothing to calm the air
Watch out for the unease hiding in the truth
Better huddle up and sway
To the beat of my migraine
Watch out for the unease hiding in the truth
Better huddle up and sway
To the beat of my migraine
Always picking up stranger's bits
Mould them into existence
It is hit or miss
Always picking up stranger's bits
Mould them into existence
It is hit or miss
I leave and I reappear
On a ground so unstable
I'm reeling and I can't take it
I can't take it
All is shaken up from deep inside
Every night I close my eyes to a different room
Twist and writhe, then I wake up to a different view
But when I peek through the blinds
I'll only find the same world that I tried to leave behind
I've been scraping bits and pieces off the sidewalk
Over all these years, created me, a many-faced feeble thing
All my words unravel as I speak and I might be going crazy
I'm reeling and I can't take it
I can't take it, I can't take it anymore
Nothing is right, nothing is right
I open the door, get smashed by the sun
Can't walk on my own but now I really need to run
Leave then reappear
Leave then reappear
Leave then reappear
Leave then reappear
Leave then reappear
Leave then reappear
Leave then reappear



Credits
Writer(s): Whispering Sons
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