train journeys on rainy days make the whole world feel grey,
fleeing the county like a enemy of state
for a week or two
saw a side of the country i never knew
shame the skies aint blue,
but my soul is if its all the same to you
tears roll down the window
pane becomes essential
type a couple of messages
but i don’t know who their sent to
im sorry i meant to
be there for you
but
the green got me
leaning at 38 degrees
so petitions are left in the inbox please
i saw the world at 100 miles per hour,
deflowered by man power
and heavy august shower
while my fears as big my feet
niggas still clowning me
got this song stuck in my head and i’m tying not to
repeat the year
drown my sorrows in wheat barley im barmy
but all i see is farms so
im scared i’ll regress and get depressed and become a void til nothings left
deaf to the world and its pleas i might take a trip to hades
cos the styx will break my soul,
i know stones thrown break windows and all this broken glass got me bleeding tears of musical sorrow
dont what tomorrow has in store so i’ll buy baccy from tesco
and pree the harvest youssefs sown
doubt that shits home grown
hope being weird since 8 means i can flip the script of my predestined weird reality and strectch it to infinity
and beyond
cos good and evil don’t mean shit
if the apolline is my divine
and morality is an affliction
cos my desires lead to addiction
and predicliction defies prediction
til all the lines blur and i see is horses dreams and coke fiends and life becomes fiction
shit to make the mind split til figments become real shit and i dont where to go
so where do i call home if i got no one to phone and im still feeling alone