I say “two years” like it’s a cloudy week.
Oh, you must forgive me, I’m still learning to speak about myself
in terms we all understand.
Like, “a minefield of peripheral monopolies,”
I don’t have a reason to check my eyes
until something doesn’t show up right.
I’m swatting at a fly that’s just not there.
Who’s gonna let me know?
Existential floaters, you can’t disown.
I’ve thrown everything out of my life, but myself.
Maybe that’s the problem.
I’ve thrown everything out of my life and nothing helps.
Maybe I’m the problem.
Bad luck, freedom is a disease.
How am I supposed to problem solve
while fixing the ones I leave behind me?
Cause I don’t have a light wash since she left,
and I don’t keep friends around long enough
to give the black clothes any context.
Autonomy’s not our friend.
Who’s gonna let me know?
Existential floaters, you can’t disown.
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