Covet

I can’t write happy lyrics
to a song I want so bad.
no happy place inside me
it’s in a poster above my bed.

It’s in our heads, our eyes, our silence. in places you can’t read
It’s those people we’d like to get inside in the places we’d like to be.

the temptation to fuck off
I bet she’d go down on me
pack up and move to Europe
just I myself and me

It’s in our heads, our eyes, our silence. in places you can’t read
It’s those people we’d like to get inside in the places we’d like to be.

stare at the sunny day
outside the office window
find more things to distract me
please fire me so I can go

It’s in our heads, our eyes, our silence. in places you can’t read
It’s those people we’d like to get inside in the places we’d like to be.

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