I'm Stuck
Running on the spot
On childhoods memory road
Seems familiar
Personal
I wake still and exposed
Old feelings
Sit outside the door
And they won't be coming in
Judging darker sides of mine
Their tongues reach a compromise
Lay your head
Let go
Exhale this world of sighs
Don't take it personal
The judged will criticise
In-between our peace they lay their mines
We search for traps but strain is all we find
Just leave me sleep
I've dealt with bleak
When morning comes
I'll crack another funny fucking line
Lay your head
Let go
Exhale this world of sighs
It feels so personal
The judged will criticise
Exhale, Sigher
Explode, expire
Wake up, wired
No time, tired
Exhale, Sigher
Explode, expire
Wake up, wired
No time, tired
