Fly Tape

Passing time, lighting fires
Dreaming of being a hero

Parasites with warm, wet holes
We co-exist, squirm so close
An open exchange of vapor
Stuck on the window sill, immobile

Sometimes when I walk through large crowds I feel like I'm being dragged across fly tape, can't hide my disgust

I don't know what it all means
I'm sitting alone eating paper
Watching the walls breath, trying to feel familiar

I've run out of memories
I've run out of songs from my youth to listen to