I feel so full of anguish
I’ll be getting on with things, feeling fine
And then I’ll remember
And be swooped with resentment, fear and anger
Those birds come home all the time
I went out today
I’m doing a lot of putting things into perspective
I don’t cry enough
I think if I spent a week
Swollen faced, all at sea in bed
It’d be enough
To release those hormones,
My laboratory serum
Resilience.
But as it is, I busy myself
I try not to think.
You don’t want to change
You like this crazy imbalance cycle
Maybe you’re hooked on feelings
The way I’m hooked on dreamings
You like being told
Better than deciding what to do
And that’s not any kind of road
I’d want to take with you.
