I have a delay in my feeling
Everything keeps moving
I am still stuck
The angle of the earth doesn't match me
Forward is senseless
But my nails still grow
And I keep on cutting them
More than 100 in a room
That was meant for another
Everything kept moving
The image was so bad
Music was too good
Ate all day
Still empty
One thing doesn't lead to another
Maybe I should've died last week