Fantasy Overdose

Within a couple years of meeting someone new, they disappoint me

Blaming most of them is hard when their worlds are set up the way they are

A lot of people don't design systems to help each other grow

Despite everything that's wrong with me, I accept hermit indulgency

Every chance and path outside is pointless

There isn't anything that meets you that won't hurt you in ways new and old

All souls grown mold

Hurt never surprises me

It's in the atmosphere we breathe

I'll spend as many days I can in bed

End the rhyme with Pixar's Turning Red