Yawning at the sun
I guess because it’s been a short while
Caught within the crossfire
Fanned the sullen bonfire
Look what I have done
Not performative enough
Just communicate in short lines
Sometimes
Can’t define the moment as it moves by
Crawling toward the sun
Anxious from the odours
Agonised in confines
Panic grips the focus
I feel hopeless with this blurred eye
I’m trying to mind mine
Recollect the hum
Collect the funds and cop
Speaking of, observe them from a distance
Got the jitters
Tide is mighty high and I be rolling with it
Getting too old for decisions
And can’t quit shit
This city probably won’t miss us
Yawning at the sun
I guess because it’s been a short while
Caught within the crossfire
Fanned the sullen bonfire
Crawling toward the sun
Look what I have done
Not performative enough
Just communicate in short lines
Sometimes