Drowning without water
What makes it lift if mornings sick
I'm a loser
I like games where I lose
Look I'm lame
Whispers softly to self in the back
Closest to the exit but knows the trapped mind
Bathing in laughter
Knowing sadness makes living worth
Drowning in water
Sashay shante sashay shante
Fuck the world for owning passé
Unappealing tones rush out of
The hotel in the center of my thoughts
is now vacant