orwells '84

this place used to be full of sunshine
people used to drift on with an eager smile
the green grass isn't even green any more

time is a luxury
there is no time to waste
people round here
they just leave a bad taste

you can sacrifice the future
and then shit on the past
the present feels ever unpleasant

time is a luxury
there is no time to waste
people round here
they just leave a bad taste

there is no hope
my combat gear is ready
guns are blazing
ready to go to war

i feel like i'm in orwells 1984

this is not cool

in your wisdom
within your head
feels like a whirlwind
you get found then lost

did you really think that wouldn't count?
a momentary dip
then the immediate pull out
you just threw in the towel

grab a little softer next time
perhaps you won't fall off
think a little slower next time
perhaps you won't get caught

serious?

it might be time
become a man
push on
push up

there is an energy i still get from you
its making the rules up of self doubt
twisting around in our heads
i don't want room for these

a closed door
yellow on the finger tip
pretty much tells you where
where you are at

a situation unknown
trying to become a man
foundations and focus
it all keeps slipping away

watershed

she is impossible to find
is she impossible to find?

fascinating places
my mind drifts away

chemical imbalance
well then
simply luxury

chemical imbalance
well then
simply luxury

difficult distance
simple opportunity for a single desire
a drag across the ocean
inevitable decline

peace in me

peace is a fragment of my mind
the rhetoric of excitement
a drifting of pleasure

clamp down on these things
release your pressures
into beautiful arrays

we're all swimming in our sea
dark matter has no meaning to me
my time and space is precious
there is space in my heart that is still waiting