Short mornings and the days filled with fog
Festival after festival reminds me of all the people up in the air along with my dog
Used to look forward to this some ages ago with family rituals being mandatory
Now the wind is slapping my bare skin as a form of mockery
Want to curl up in bed and be a deadpan
Getting addicted to some kind of sadness like a madman
Abandoning all the faces like my thoughts being locked up in cages
I can see the character disparities with seasons changing
Finding new reasons to be happy to get myself out of this without drowning
Commenti