Calloused
Searching for pictures in the tiles on the floor.
While the day light slips by almost unnoticed.
Minutes to hours spent doing less.
Voluntary confinement heart beats at a rest.
All systems failing
Lost at sea not sailing.
Only just getting by at best.
I've long resisted the static I exist in.
I should be calloused instead I built this palace.
Raise the bridge, I'll spend the evening in.
And out the window with more than I care to know.
Do you need to feel ashamed of things you will only do again?
When you know all the guilt will fade.
With a routine of denial and forgetfulness.
All systems failing.
Lost at sea not sailing.
Only just getting by at best.
I've long resisted the static I exist in.
I should be calloused instead I built this palace.
Raise the bridge I'll spend the evening in.
And out the window with more than I care to know.
Do you need to feel ashamed of the things you will only do again?
When you know all the guilt will fade
With a routine of denial and forgetfulness.
Autor(es): James Brogan / Jason Beebout
