Water hasn't fell on me in three days
I'm unplugged from the streets
Can't seem to find the rest of Planet Earth
Outside of these garden flower sheets
My friends, oh, how I cry for the end
They wonder if I'm ever coming back
But I rather stay in
Getting comfort from the water tab
I should be careful
I'm too close to hurt me
I'm a sack of bones
Yet way too close to hurt me
"In Bruges" is on and as an inanimate fucking object
I watch it for a thousand times
I might drown those sorrows for no other subject
Than to just jump to that big fucking canale
The wind from the fan hits my face
I'll take it as my mind goes blank
Begging for a new step to take
But my body just lays there, dead just he lays
I should be careful
I'm too close to hurt me
I'm a sack of bones
Yet way too close to hurt me
I had dreams at one point
They flew away in the ashes of their joint
Where in the world will I crash?
All I know is I'm here to dissapoint
I guess I'll go now to pee and aim
To succeed in removing the shit stain in the loo
For a big fucking failure I am
And got nothing better to do