Aftersmell

Take away the challenge, leave me the rest For the complete opposite reasons I'm feeling fragile again Although it's a confusion of honesty fucking me over There's no safety in the knowing, the prediction coming true And even if this is a, that lingers in the aftersmell It's no less a sadness, an understanding frustration An exceeded quota long before hate scrolls my way Another night of patronising those cheap magazines As the t.v screen gives way to valium, half-watching Black'n'white re-runs of subscriptions, as yet another 'Surrogate sunset' fades over all that went so wrong Sunday's reserved for dreaming up a new excuse Monday thru' Friday for refinement, and after a Saturday spent attempting sex in a hopeless situation I phoned up, to ask him what went so wrong It lingers in the aftersmell It's no less a sadness, an understanding frustration, an exceeded quota Cut limbs are the aftersmell, a single act of madness An understanding frustration, an exceeded quota long before hate's scrolled my way Aftersmell