Shantih
Living vicariously through screens
One of these days, I'll be like you
All of my friends are living proof
That I am falling behind
Not a shred of my potential remains
Everything is a waste of time
And if i ever move out
I am going to feel myself drifting
Along a shallow river of dead end jobs
And unsuccessful album drops
Fuzz creeping through my veins
Blood dripping from my fingertips
Rotten fruits in my mouth
I am home
Autor(es): Levi Hopler
