Tinnitus

Senses dulled but sensitive In the null repetitive Line to line cement inflicts this overwhelming under-appreciation Engulfed in forest's flames of song A wave of words that each sound wrong Too dark to see people along the cracks of the weathered rusted and bleeding walls When I talk its habitual The words don't mean a thing Its not my fault I find it difficult Tinnitus an endless ring, it's like it's everything Approach the girl beyond the glass Each thought a conversation passed And by the time I start to ask she's pouring more and all at once forgets my name I shatter glasses filled by you I break the plates and tungsten spoons I caterwaul about the truth then sink into sanity, my daydreams mustn't ruin yours When I talk its habitual The words don't mean a thing Its not my fault I find it difficult Tinnitus an endless ring When I talk its habitual The words don't mean a thing Its not my fault I find it difficult Tinnitus an endless ring, it's like it's everything