Seal me in
In the middle of right there, right where
It could always be worse
I've been talking to myself forever
Can't decide which way is better
If only I was there first
I bid you
A fond farewell
Oh dear no never
Down in my mouth
Sometimes I like this
Turn in the rave
Flat on your back
Vague ideas always lead to nowhere
Complain, complain complaining
Compares to another blank verse
It's a trait in the plot of every nightmare
Inside, I'm outside everywhere
It can only get worse
Sometimes so restless
Slide in sideways
Swim strong, swim soft
Not much comfort
Sometimes I like it
Unimportant things
Small talk trails off
That's right, that's right
Wayward down
Dismantled and all
Seal me in
Writer/s: Cyprian Consiglio / Nicola Kuperus