Hot Box - Roseau

I’m 17, I follow

You speak, I breath it in

Your love, I follow

Your own sense is kicking

Words get lost, you’re laughing at me

Had enough

I reach for

The handle

Get a grip

So late to greive

The tongue for my fingertips

Words get lost, you’re laughing at me

I don’t feel concrete, you’re laughing at me

This can’t be sincere, you’re laughing at me

Need to sleep

The room spins

I don’t think I know you

I reach out, you follow

You touch feels foreign to me

Words get lost, you’re laughing at me

You break, I can’t breath

Special my body feels clean

The gift, that follows

At least I know that you’re here

Words get lost, you’re laughing at me

I don’t feel concrete, you’re laughing at me

This can’t be sincere, you’re laughing at me

I don’t feel concrete, you’re laughing at me

This can’t be sincere, you’re laughing at me

I don’t feel concrete, you’re laughing at me

This can’t be sincere, you’re laughing at me

I don’t feel concrete, you’re laughing at me

This can’t be sincere, you’re laughing at me