On me, It feels like someone has their watch
I don’t want to be caught
Everything at a knot
Slipping
Flipping Paranoid
With the full void
Living annoyed
Guilt that can’t be put in the wash
Geniuses eating squash Here’s my stories
Of not being safe but of my many sorry’s
I’ll try to take an inventory
Words overused
Hearts don’t break they bruise Being stalked
Even after you talked
During the naked after shower walk
Nothing to do
I won’t feel safe with you I need a place to let loose and think
A place to make a mark with ink
One that gives off grandfather winks
Those I’ll never have the chance to see
I need to meet someone who makes friendship tea I can’t wait until I get a place
That’s safe
Where I can get my shoes relaced
What have I got,
Without this lot?