wayward now

It's about running away, from the perspective of a young and troubled youth. coming of age.

 

Listening to the second hand’s tick �" tick �" tick

Opposing my racing pulse

In a minute or two I’ll be out that window

I won’t bother with the front door

 

The paranoia can be heard from downstairs

Through that vain man’s voice

My pill-paralyzed mother

This was always her choice

 

All my belongings, they’re nothing I care about

It’s this night that’s sound

And this wish that’s profound.

 

There’s dynamite in my living room tonight

My mother, she scares me

And that man �"

Cracked fists and broken down eyes

Worn from staring at the human underside

 

 

It’s fight or flight tonight

I can feel it in my bones

When the suffering make you suffer

And your eyes they start to burn

It’s out that window and into life

 

F**k you

Tonight’s my turn.

 

It’s the loneliest shadows I seek to find

I’m no b*****d

My parents were just unkind

Alone is the world, now so am I

 

What a bleak new adventure

To my newborn eyes