Blind.

He speaks just like the wind, but flows the other way
Because nothing ever happens like that
He says hey dear, don’t you worry
They’ll come and you’ll smile

And I want to believe him, oh, how to trust him
But that alcohol stained breath tells otherwise
Swarming around the broken apartment
Like disheveled smoke
Except darker and sickly sweet

He’s always on my mind
That metaphysical being that floats on by
They say I’m crazy, don’t believe it
They can’t see nothing
Closed eyes never hurt anyone
But mine won’t shut.

Let’s bolt them with lock and key
How fun that’ll be
Then they’ll say I’m normal
Then they’ll see me, and the madness I’ve become
They will run and run and run
And run and run.

Hey dear, don’t you worry.
I can’t help it; I’m petrified of light
The beauty of the sight
That just might
That just might.
Just that.

And all this while you tell yourself
He chose you, he chose you
You’re the special one, because
He chose you.
But he’s blind too.

He holds you tightly, and sings you unconscious
Because nothing ever happens like that
You’ll sit and fake it
You fucking liar
Inhale that familiar smoke
And choke.