DEATHWATCH BEETLES MOVE IN

I feel like I'm wasting a blessing

I didn't earn or deserve.

Closed curtains keep people out from the lawn

where they'd gawk at what I've become.

I used to imagine whatever;

now I'm stuck in only the worst loops.

If someone else was this trapped in an obvious skid,

I'd know how to help and not just stare.

Unyielding march to the vanishing point —

I don't want to go there.

I don't want to stay inside;

I don't want to overthink.

But there's nothing else around around around around around

I feel like I'm wasting a blessing I didn't earn or deserve.

My house is getting haunted by phantom insect noises,

but I think they think of me as the same annoying thing.

Unyielding march to the vanishing point —

I don't want to go there.

I don't want to stay inside;

I don't want to overthink.

But there's nothing else around around around around around

Unyielding march to the vanishing point —

We don't want to go there.

We don't want to stay inside;

We don't want to overthink.

But there's nothing else around around around around around

On the verge of crying. Couldn't tell you why and maybe there's no cause at all.

I guess we're on the same team — discontented, grumbling, praying for another go,

trying not to mess up as if it was an action, something that could be performed.

Really i'm just flailing and feigning living carefully.

Please don't mate inside the walls.

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