Closing Hour

In my mind I read your soul
Don’t ask me how, it’s pleasant
It read about all the what if and when’s
I’m like the nerd in this weird situation
I feel like I hold a important structure of imaginary
Within the tissue of my brain
And I wonder whither it would be a good idea if you ever thought to change
The option should be shut down,
Cause id love for you to stay the same
I’m depressed leaving my knees shaking to the sound
Of the voices which leave the speakers
Unless it’s the bass I’m not sure I feel like my brain just melted.
I’m not taking drugs I’m just casting on cloud nine
He said open up your heart and feel loved
I took the advice now I’m left feeling scared
Our time is short and I’m the loner with the vacuum
At closing hour waiting upon my hour in the shower
Scaring the neighbours when I start to scream my own langue
Which I thought
I was doing well at,
Trying to pretend I’m in star terk
I feel like I’m not leading the life id dream to lead
I’m sick of sitting from a distance
Moving closer and making the silence herd.

By Kloee101