I see the guilt
I want to welcome it
To shake hands
And ask how do you do
But all it does is sit there
Like it’s disabled
Mumbling stupid shit to itself
I walk off laughing at it
Leaving it alone in the dark
I see the guilt
I want to welcome it
To shake hands
And ask how do you do
But all it does is sit there
Like it’s disabled
Mumbling stupid shit to itself
I walk off laughing at it
Leaving it alone in the dark
Your words come to me
Slowly, as if it were a dream
Their muffled sounds penetrate me
Until the meaning becomes clearer
I can make sense of the dream now
“You’re a waste.”
It’s a sound I’d like to forget
But it keeps rolling around in my head
I keep dreaming it
Your laughter starts to become clearer
I can see it’s just good sport to you
But I’m boiling from the inside
Boiling, slowly erupting
Was it a dream
Did you really?