screwMe

There's something different going on out there

A piece of silence within

Helpless stranger looking out to understand

What it means to be real

I am

The life we always dreamed in

The life

Is not what you expect

So tempting

But nothing ever happens

And nothing feels the same

I lucked out again

Screw me I like it...

Screw me I like it...

If nothing's to it then what's happening, unknown

Shape shifted finite ending

Public scratching looking past the wounded trash

Our means to conceal

Or build a life of tired genius

Benigns reverses how it's spent

So empty but something's never simple

The vicious cut remains

All senses and blame

Screw me I like it...

Screw me I like it...