but when you are you
it is all i do
all we all do
gbb

the feelgood life
the prepackaged life
wrapped in disposable containers
and raised in expensive trainers

my feet are full of holes
from where,
i keep shooting them

late at night, early in the morning
still believe in you
late at night, still thinking
still believe in you

i cannot change deep inside
always riding with you
when the tears fall inside
the noise of their drop
is hollow on the bone

jaded by the jewel
that adorns my mind at home
do not be alone
do not go out alone
do not wait on your own

confusion is an illusion
that escapes us in the rain
whilst the children wear coats
and the things of change

keep an eye on your shoe laces
making sure they are done up tight
just in case you trip up
all through your life
even when you have had enough

playing with a mystic
does not seem so simplistic
or so endlessly fantastic
trying to catch a mystic
is endlessly tiring
you could have come and found me

but reality is submerged somewhere deep
it is rounded for sure
the only corners i find are in my sleep
be an ally of the future
screwed up into a ball
as they push you over the waterfall
isn’t it cruel?