My uncertainty is a death sentence,
my spurious thoughts prolonging the inevitable.
What if at best I'm lost,
stranded in another's periphery.
My common goals are easily found on the smoker's patio.
(And) I linger,
pervert my every whim.
My uncertainty is a death sentence,
my spurious thoughts prolonging the inevitable.
What if at best I'm lost,
stranded in another's periphery.
My common goals are easily found on the smoker's patio.
(And) I linger,
pervert my every whim.