Daendors - Saintseneca

I spend the day indoors

Rolling my mind round undone chores

Feeling guilty for nothing in particular

And over and over I thought

What is this thing that I’ve wrought?

How is it that my leg’s caught

Up and away

Up and away

And over and over again

Nothing I want to defend

Nothing I could recommend

Nothing to say nothing to chase away

I spent the night inside

Rolling the rules round the hills of my mind

And what is right if I am never justified?

You broke your ribs for this

I hope it was worth every cell split

And what are we besides agreements of the senses?

Own my days.

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Live my days.

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Rip my days.

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Couldn’t find enough to do

Couldn’t find enough to occupy you

Couldn’t find enough to do

Couldn’t find enough to occupy you