Falling asleep with my head in my hands
How does it feel to feel?
I will bulldoze my room out of boredom
Until the after effects are real
Speech passes through my ears like a stream
Currents of the current news
cnd I let myself fall over again
Until my hands are bruised
When will I learn?
When will I learn?
Fostering the fear of fleeing away
From the frowns of old friends
While the nights catch up one by one by one
cnd the wound never mends
When will I learn?
When will I learn?
When will I learn?
When will I learn?
When will I learn?