Properly Balanced

Small bolts of blood shoot across
 the circumference, of his, of his eyes
 it smelled of fish piss puke and garbage
 sidewalk cooking underneath the sunrise
 it's getting old now
 it's getting old now
 it's getting old
 don't call me when you're moods
 I'm properly balanced
 cuz i was there now for the worst part of this
 Conjured confidence walks the sidewalk
 holding his breath as the garbage truck passes by
 his breath now breathes unfullfilment
 which for a moment he just pushes aside
 it's getting old now
 it's getting old now
 it's getting old
 instincts read the buckling seams and stitches over the wealth of, the healthy and the uninterested
 don't call me when you're moods
 I'm properly balanced
 cuz i was there now for the worst part of this
 don't call me when you're moods
 I'm properly balanced
 cuz i was there now for the worst part of this
 I twitch and cling to these, these images that i foreseen i jump at any noise that the night, the night will bring
 I don't wanna hear I don't wanna hear I don't wanna hear it anymore (x2)
 Conjured confidence walks the sidewalk
 holding his breath as it all passes by (x2)
 I don't wanna hear I don't wanna hear I don't wanna hear it anymore (x2)