I have a catheter into my soul
Still trying to work out your role
Hooked up with that mutual friend
This translucent existence will never end
Pulled out my wallet again today
Just for the reassurance that you will stay
I’ve designed myself to withstand the silence
But my experience lacks when it comes to enforced guidance
My mascara is dripping
Off this strange fungi I’m still tripping
It’s not that I’m disconnected
It’s just that my head has been redirected
When I was a child I had no idea I would end up here
The path I walk is still unclear
I had big expectations as to where to fly
This unexpected situation has now become dire
Too many cups of caffeine
Too little time to cook and clean
A public holiday for the unemployed
Another moment by myself enjoyed
Skilled are those with no empathy
Once again I’m running off empty
My coordinates are not clear
I’m lost, broken and in fear
Never tried the syringe
All I need is a good sugar binge
Kurt Cobain was my hero
So many children he made feel like a zeroes