I’m useless here.
Occupying space and just for the sake of,
Twiddling my thumbs,
Fidgeting trying not to interrupt.
Yes things have changed.
And I’m not sure,
I’m not sure that we know how,
To put them back into place.
Like Pangea we separate.
And the distance grows,
And the time it slows.
And I don’t think I can catch up
The distance grows.
The time it slows.
And I don’t think I can catch up.
These substances.
Rushing and running,
Through my body through my veins.
Aiding in constructing,
The delusion that everythings ok.
A sense of swelling.
Taking place between my skull and my brains.
A blackened abyss the new tenet,
The new tenet in my rib cage.
And the distance grows,
And the time it slows.
And I don’t think I can catch up
The distance grows.
The time it slows.
And I don’t think I can catch up.
A guilty pleasure.
Not meant to be.
Not meant to be spoken aloud.
A hidden treasure.
Safest deep,
Yeah deep below the ground.
Can quite complain.
As I’ve been,
Guilty of this once before.
Can’t turn away,
As I’m a masochist,
A masochist who cant ignore.
And the distance grows,
And the time it slows.
And I don’t think I can catch up
As the distance grows.
As the time it slows.
And I don’t think I can catch up.
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