the taste,
hard to say.
lovers block.
hard to stay.
who gives a fuck.
steeping in the rain of May.
under a big fucking rock,
this is where I lay.
waves of discomfort,
scrapped dreams,
too short to sort.
nothing is ever what it seems.
sort it out mate..
before it's too late.
there is only so much you can take.
before you break.
