I stare out this window

mostly every day.

Everything is changing

but it's all the fucking same.

The colours rearrange

and now they're all becoming gray.

And the colour of the world

just makes me blow

it all away.

I can't abide with the

decision,

no more throttle left to choke.

And I laugh until I'm crying

at the same old shitty jokes.

I wish I'd never heard your

name,

I wish I could still hold you close,

because the pain of seeing you

is turning me into your ghost.

I want this all to end,

I wish I had a friend,

I want a middle ground;

I don't want to be found.

I don't want to be found.

I don't want to be found.