Mushroom cloud.. blooms at night and hovers over with no sound..
Wakes me up before I go to bed

Spectacles and obstacles.. Captivating salvaged thoughts
Dance around like I’m not even there

I’m tired of talking to myself

Sad goodbyes and lullabies makes me think of all the times
I shot myself before I fell asleep

Merits of my childhood.. Glass. Breaks. As It should
Be a man you are already twelve

Memories are calling
Finish up your never ending stories
Need a guide but the stars are shy
And hiding from the city lights

The grey. Same as yesterday
So I wait for a better day

I’m tired of talking to myself

The show is over
I felt a nightmare kissing me
The show is over
I met my brother. He is me

I’m tired of talking to myself