This Body

Should I stay up to see the sunrise?

I sit on the balcony hands between my thighs

Head against the railing

I don't mind the cold seeping in

I've been ailing for some time now

Is this my skin, flesh and bone?

Can't recognise this voice as my own

Trapped in a form I don't belong

This body doesn't feel like home

The air is permeated by the cigarette smoke

Rising from the balcony below

People laughing at a TV show

Conflicting frequencies

I've been so afraid of losing control

Conflicting frequencies

Static glow

This body doesn't feel like home

Is this my skin, flesh and bone?

Can't recognise this voice as my own

Trapped in a form I don't belong

This body doesn't feel

This body doesn't feel like home