Something - Failure

I don’t feel alone

I can’t seem afraid

I wanted to think

I’ll sleep it away

Something I forgot

Somewhere to sit down

Some stuff to do up

Some crap that I found

We’re the credulous ones

On a dead machine

Blowing thoughts into bags

With no shame

Too loud in my ears

To fill up my mind

Too black to ignite

Two words you won’t find

Which blank did I draw?

What kind of a day?

Which one had to go?

Whatever you say

We’re the credulous ones

On a dead machine

Blowing thoughts into bags

With no shame

Don’t try and read this

It means nothing

I can’t save this

If you kill it