Blurry

I love to stay inside my head, where it's safe

Do you remember when we went outside, even if it rained

Get home with dirty clothes, full of hope and an open vein

Heat up some leftover soup in the broken microwave

Those were the days, before we began to act up

To impress some people who in the end just fuck our life's up

Please don't intervene and let me fuck it up myself

Pass the bottle I gotta get to the point where I don't know how I felt

The stories untold cause nobody seems to care

But when I unfold everybody starts so stare

It's unfair and barely even rarely mad

There I go back to my cave where I dare