poosday blues

It all adds up to what you say,
This masterplan of mine.
Endless panic, short of breath,
I can no longer pretend all's fine.

Alls fine. I shit you not,
So sweet you’ll never know,
This boredom and this omnipotent unease,
Festering below.

I just want to stay at home,
I just want to stay in bed.
Lock us up from here to forever.
then I’d escape from my head.

I’ve got to get up to work,
I’ve got to work to maintain.
I’ve got to maintain my composure,
As your all driving me slowly insane.

Do you all want to rip your skin off,
and display how much it grates.
To fake and live it everyday,
as we sell away our fates.

You're living the dream,
you've made it this far.
You take you 3 week holiday,
and your heavily financed dream car.

I'm dreaming of life,
Where I wake up with a grin.
When i don't have to pretend to care,
where everyday's a win.