my minds in a whirl
like someone left it in a blender
i dont know what to think nowadays
there is this storm inside my head threatening to blow over

i miss the days when i didnt need to/couldnt read between the lines
the life of no insinuations,

i miss the days where i pushed the boundaries without guilt
where my myopia made up for my lack of a conscience

i miss the days when i didnt bother

cosmic irony,
that when i decide to give a damn(pardon my language)
the world takes on a bleaker shade

maybe thats just the way i paint it

wont you be my anchor
keep me grounded in this storm