How does heavy build itself so completely from nothing but lost emotions?
I thought I could brush this aside, I thought I could drink it away…
and now it’s wearing me, the way Jim Carrey wore the monopoly guy in nature calls.
No longer do I have emotions, rather they have me,
they heave me up and up I heave,
stomach turnt, skin burnt, lesson never learnt,
you are a cavalcade of mistakes, constantly weighing me down
like a two ton Rolex, marking every moment;
wrist on the ground, rest on the ground;
sky spinning, stars lurching,
How to stand again?