This is the excuse
Of what you misunderstood.
There is no feeling
And there is no f**ing answer
That'll help you grow.
Just sit under the sun
Untill you smell the
Burning of waiting skin.
And you see the blisters swell
From going nowhere.
And then you hear something outside.
And suddenly you're still going nowhere
Only aware of what you're expecting.
Roll up!
Roll up!
Roll up!