Perfect blue face down under water Nothing nothing nothing in the bedroom corner stay up for past the dark and noises cant get any louder one time there was the whole year I cant even remember One day youll wake up and you wont see with open eyes and youll wander lost and aimless through a city with no light hearing whispers of a place of safety that no one will ever find Time is so much worse I spent a thousand years on nothing I exist inside an impulse in a mirror in a bubble In a phase in an episode in a show of struggle In the fetal position in a spider web puddle broken boggy spirits in the corner in a huddle Lock it underneath the earth and throw away the shovel Another day spent in the middle of a collapsing tunnel