Properly Balanced - The Honorary Title

Small bolts of blood shoot across

the circumference, of his, of his eyes

The smells of fish, piss, puke and garbage

Sidewalk cooking underneath the sunrise

It’s getting old now

It’s getting old now

It’s getting old

Don’t call me when you’re moods are properly balanced

'cause I was there now for the worst part of it

Conjured confidence walks the sidewalk

Holding his breath as the garbage truck passes by

His breath now breathes unfullfilment

Which for a moment he just pushes aside

It’s getting old now

It’s getting old now

It’s getting old

Instincts read the buckling seams and stitches over the wealth of,

the healthy and the uninterested

Don’t call me when you’re moods are properly balanced

'cause I was there now for the worst part of this

I twitch and cling to these, these images that I foreseen I jump at any noise

that the night, the night will brings

I don’t wanna hear, I don’t wanna hear, I don’t wanna hear it anymore

Conjured confidence walks the sidewalk

Holding its breath as it all passes by

You know, as it all passes by

I don’t wanna hear, I don’t wanna hear, I don’t wanna hear, it anymore