Tung-tied and terrified.
Get a fucking perspective.
Stop wearing filtering glasses.
Or hiding behind sunshades.
How some friendships last, others not. Like flat tyres.
The clouds above move closer.
Disorders eating you if you let them.
In between moments and in between piano notes.
Even with all his toys, he's not having fun.
Have you ever lost your mind?
Found streets you couldn't find?
