Patches

This all feels deranged

Just another day it's all the same

Time feels elastic

Life full of plastic

This all feels deranged

Just another day it's all the same

I can feel myself sinking

A tiny piece of what I used to be

I can feel myself floating

In every direction

It all feels the same

Paint of coat another name

It all feels the same

No matter how I try to change

It all feels the same

I can feel myself falling

Apart with every ebb and flow

I can feel myself crashing

On something

This all feels deranged

Just another day it's all the same

No matter how I try to change

(Time feels elastic)

(Life full of plastic)