Oaken - Wait

Walking between the sky and sky where plants and animals
Retreat for the heat
I’m still torn between the city lights and the countries silence
All I want is to rot with you in my very own funeral home
No matter where I go the trees around my head block out the sun
Sometimes I get the greatest feeling inside of me
It’s already begun inside these lungs
This sort of thing is never fun alone
The cramps feel like an incurable disease
Counting the pulse, at least now I’m trying
Losing touch, losing touch of it all
I can feel it coming on, no you couldn’t be more wrong
The doctor said he could turn what’s sad into numb
It’s too late, fuck it, it’s already begun
I’m breaking into pieces picking through my thoughts
It’s no coincidence my judgment rots