i feel weird at life
i wanna curl up in its corner and be comforted there
for i never found anything
o i never found anything
that turned out to be anything
everythings turned out inside out
i don’t mind if i go outside
i don’t mind if i go inside
i’m cornered by the moon & tide
not a hard place but a pulling place all the same
and i do not wish to go around again
if its all the same to you.
your words stick and ring true
even though i know how wrong they are
a load of unsatisfied people
unsure what anything is for
i’m not sure they’ll turn out to be anything
except upside down, inside down, falling down, down, down
not from humility or grace
only an awkward and displaced
sense of saving face in front of you
you whose corner i seek,
i’m not sure i can do anything except be meek
while still holding on, wanting to be a tyrant
o its all going wrong, its all going wrong
i’m pretty much
on the verge
the more i try
the more i find
i’m pretty much
on the verge
one more try with
myself, and this sweet grassy scar
scattered with the lies and memories
of mistrust, and mysteries unsolved
i would rather claw my toes into its mud than grow old
and you know,
i think everyone would secretly understand why
life’s like a familiar stranger,
you never really need to say goodbye
’cause you never really said Hi.