Flux ( Original)

I lost my train of thought, after lunch I couldn t sleep Spinning in the chair, my fingers fiddling with the strings Ive got to stay on feet, pale stains on my sleeve I need a plastic bag, I need another life to live Cut my hair and stroke my skin Soothe my soul and let me in Id change the scenery, Id rather step somewhere in between Instead of marching to the pit, Ill take an L for a fun and leave Distant smell of tea, she crucifies me but she will not see Its getting really hard to breathe, and not inhale your deadly symphony Cut my hair and stroke my skin Soothe my soul and let me in