soaked

bit a hole into the roof
and realized I don´t like blue
now clouds fly by in soda skies
carpet pillow
wooden ceeling
borrowed purple
borrowed feeling
feel too much but not enoug, same old story
orange thoughts
litterbox
smell of piss and unwashed socks
first bit your tongue now i bite mine
you re wasting time,  time n time
lost all touch
skretched your skin
tension made it paperthin
I am the place
I am the place
just a place not a home
a concrete kingdome of my own
wear my crown through this dead end town
urban sadness, smalltown dust
misery made of sex and lust
villain and victim
victim and villain
not my fault
not your fault
not your fault
soaked in thought