A complex product of the age Eyes loses focus with bowels weak I cannot stomach all of these lies Each and every cliche i speak I am left weightless, lacking a mooring No anchor forged to condemn, me to the ground I am left weightless, lacking a mooring Nothing can hold me down, into the ground Swollen Im swollen Swollen with ego Swollen with time With mothers blurry words And the slogans that litter my mind And as I stare, through painted faces into your bleached out cheeks Forget your name, forget a face Boundaries pale to memory as we embrace Try to remember nothing has changed Here in these arms, this is my home Here in these arms, all that I have Here in these arms, I sleep
swollen, mooring, weightless, lacking, arm