the tv is on downstairs
the lights are fading outside
the computer is buzzing
my ears are filled with nothing
sometimes i can't believe
that i'm really alive
sometimes i feel as though
i'm living some other's life
conversations are remembered
as if they were dreams
and i don't touch reality
i'm sucked into surreality
people don't exist here
and i don't think i do either
i'm barely even breathing
i'm rarely ever feeling
i latch onto emotion
but soon enough it leaves
i'm crumbling in the leaves
and wondering whether
there's a point in giving a shit
or if i should just lay back
and let the world wash over
it's all just background noise
like a tv playing while i sit
silent and thinking
about nothing at all
