voices on the bus

Working this out has been hard you know, time is unwinding but your never home, I can't say this again, it's the same in the end, you don't hear me, and it's never reminding Alone was never so easy when I could afford to waste your time It's hard now but I've managed to clutch at my mind It was so lost in that place cement and displaced unforgiving as the half dead fully living in a trap made of flesh and death only romancing under drink and excess I should have died where you found living I've been wishful friends my delusions had no end and only just now they have started once again some homes become nothing you can mend only places to forget any forgiving