Ice on my screen
Wine in my blood
I give no fucks
No, I give no fucks
Grant for me peace
Clear from me muck
I care too much
Watch me pull up tardy
Frozen in the corner in no party
Pulled the wool for comfort
Recognise my need for calming
Exercise my present vice
Can’t deny I need to buy it
My field of vision tight
I can feel division
Far too much escapes my sight
Flag I tow whiter than lines
Lies expel that system
Index fingers push deep into eyes
Cry at your own risk
Bulbous blunt straining my wrist
Lacerations form a prism
Crush my hope beneath my fist
This is indecision
Still on my bullshit
Ice on my screen
Wine in my blood
I give no fucks
No, I give no fucks
Grant for me peace
Clear from me muck
I care too much
I can’t help but dwell on my insignificance
Vapid breaths between the bells
Beside myself, unduly in a pit
Adorn my shell with cruelest images
Jewelled interior, induced delirium
More anxious than I seem
Retreat for periods, bitter to cells nobody needs
Two eyes to leer at you, you see me out my seat
My stride inferior, in my chest a steady beat
A pace I cannot keep, I’m wearier
Just let me sleep