Room With A Grey View - Sharks

I hate this mystery

The apprehension is killing me

Alone in a crowded room with a grey view

I blurred every little thing that they swore true

I learned nothing of their lessons of fine reality

Baby I’m bored by default

I’m attracted to danger

Running the back stairs through corridors

Or slip through their fingers

I still feel so young

I am still so very young

The stench of stationary

Watch out for the quiet ones at the back

Alone in a darkened room without a clue

I learned every little thing I love from you

And you can learn about how to not be from me

'Cos baby I’m bored by default

I’m attracted to danger

Running the back stairs through corridors

Or slip through their fingers

And while inside I know my hope is disintegrating

I know I am still so very young

But not for long

We’re the jealous youth of today

And the future looks strange