Chronic

Chronic

Intuitions and paradoxes
When did i fall in love with the unkempt
the life of it, oh so much
the taste of it, so much more
I walk out of that door and turn
i see you hair and the spread kohl
should i walk back in or maybe...
Farewell then my sense of greed
the sixth sense, mostly a need
i pass by that door sometimes
your cold feet against the body of mine
Institutions and Asylums
the day it was, so much blue
but the way it was, so much grey
the smell it, oh so much
the feel of it, so much more
i walk in that house and i freeze
the bedsheet and the same crease
are you mocking me? maybe not..
what holds me back holding you
the tears of mine or the morning dew
i walk out that door again
smiling, knowing i'd meet you again.