Sick of It

Heart cold, lustful
Wanting to hold
Something soulful
I’m so hollow
The animosity inside of me is honestly
The reason I’m afraid to say I’m reaching for reality
Realign my eyesight for when the daylight’s
Illuminated, cause I hate it when it burns bright
Just sip it down don’t break down
In dreams you call
To tell me all
The pointless bits
And I’m getting sick of it
Sick of it (x2)
Heart cold, lustful
Wanting to hold
Something not so
Bland and borrowed
They’re so immaculate these habits that I have
It’s like I’m acting in a calibrated panic driven habitat
And then the aftermath is added to the bloodbath
Bathing all I see
In dreams you call
To tell me all
The pointless bits
And i’m getting sick of it
Sick of it
So subdued in this room
I long to long for you
I can’t construe my view of you
In dreams you call
To tell me all
The pointless bits
And i’m getting sick of it
Sick of it