and i can't get a grip
i turn the tap and
all i get is a drip
a universe to fit my imagination
a pissed-off city on my back
a legacy moving my legs
an oscar winner running
through my eyes
a desert
in my pockets
a million pounds
in my notebooks
a facade
in my opinion
a promise of nothing
whispered in my ears
all my problems
are said to only exist in my head
a promise of nothing
whispered in my ears
all my problems
are said to only exist in my head
while every element
of my very being
of my very being
is urging me to make a fist
the worlds in my palm
I can't afford to let it slip
