Demanding interruptions
Feels like I’m running out of options
Life doesn’t always give me clear instructions
My mind sometimes runs a world of corruption
It gets blocked by useless distractions
My soul wishes to be free while my mind is stuck in a dungeon
I consume the substance you give me, I calm down, now there is no rushing
You hold my hand, I start blushing
The negative energy calms down, there is a sudden reduction
I wouldn’t mind your kind of distraction
You begin to get in my head, now I have assumptions
Not sure what I’ll get out of this, maybe nothing
All I know is when you’re around, I feel something
