The comforting ache Of the summer holidays Pointless days pining Afternoons whining The suburbs scream At passers by They scream of escape A mute siren
In wasted light Hope takes flight
I don’t mind losing self-respect I’ve done it before and I’ll do it again I’m stifled tonight, which is fine I’ve done it before and I’ll do it again
Billboards evanesce Under regular beams of light Toothpaste smiles Don’t seem so bright
Homogenize! Don’t revise! I don’t mind losing self-respect. I’ve done it before and I’ll do it again. I’m thwarted tonight, which is fine You see I’ve done it before and I’ll do it again
The kids are sick again. Nothing to look forward to They jumped the cliff again Future sinks beneath the blue.
The kids are sick again. Nothing to look forward to They jumped the cliff again Future sinks beneath the blue.
The kids are sick again. Nothing to look forward to They jumped the cliff again Future sinks beneath the blue.
The kids are sick again. Nothing to look forward to.