we're awake for every hour.
find a place for something strange that lasts.
feel free to put me in your past.
there's sharks in all the swimming pools,
biting at our ankles,
to remind us
that we're not so safe in our happy place.
don't have to go far,
if the judgement sleeps in my backyard.
don't have to see straight, don't have to play it safe
if we don't want to.
guess i'm a nuisance,
a death by plastic nooses.
why should i be content
playing music in my basement?