Domestica - Cheerleader

It’s understated in the book I read

As I didn’t find it possible

I spent a night as the living dead

Now I’m feeling philosophical

Here it comes

It isn’t funny

I feel it come

I feel it coming

Here it comes

It isn’t funny

I feel it come

I feel it coming

Thought abated in my empty head

In a wash of something nautical

Daylight faded, or a sense of dread

And I didn’t find it comical

Here it comes

It isn’t funny

I feel it come

I feel it coming

Just because

You’ve seen it coming

Sun coming up

Don’t mean it’s gonna

Oh I’m getting so distracted

Feels like I’ll never find the way back

And in this silence so protracted

Feels like I’m living in a wasteland

I’ve been wasting all this time

I’ve been wasting