keep your distance

growing accustomed to insincerity.

comfort me, close your curtains and welcome me.

you theorise regards my sun

and ‘all thats meant to be will ever be’…

but thats no use to me.

thats no use to me.

these dissidents can not repent,

i know how they feel,

is nothing ever real.

research my dead frame.

industry feels the same.

compensate this fool.

lead by example, break the rules?

come on now, where’s the catch

some things are meant to last.

another day spins by…i cant choose.

inevitably, its gotta be.