
Fix The Pipes
I don't really know if my thoughts stay in my head
The thoughts that find me while I sink into my bed
They corner me, distract me
Never leaving me a day
As if drowning in these tangled thoughts is the only way
Drunk with fury, loud with spice
If only silence could suffice
I never know if i've revealed my mangled mind
Which dances on the tip of my tongue
It longs to be released like a song never sung
Now thoughts live in my head, we humans have adapted
And our sorrows of reality constantly attract them
Maybe If I knocked on the hollow spot behind my ears
Every thought would begin to flow out like salty tears
Like a drain the brain is
Leaky thoughts, fix the pipes