club duvet

the light shines through wakes me up in the morning i get so tired might never understand warmth keeps me cold inside like vodka in the fridge with a metal glass pretend then i like it again until I feel so sick that I get tired going round and round drive myself home when the time has come it’s all to late the season has passed and the winter is wasted don’t feel like home or anywhere else just sick of being stuck in the same fucking place everyday no legs no summer smile just a lonely heart when the sun is sleeping lie on unmade bed to try i fall asleep to wake again tired and do it all again