Terrain Vague

Clocks, goals, targets But yeah we do feel alone Tick the boxes, don't rest Another task to be done All my friends pretend they're doing fine But they're not Clean up the mess In your head before you drown Intravenous fresh air There's no calm and there's no storm White expenses Ideals or so called ones Places to be Adulescents so called ones Random spaces Achievements or so called one Dysfunctional, blurry Friends or lovers so called ones We all shiver when standing tall Seeking for comfort From someone else From someone else From someone else