Ineptio

Doesn’t matter what you say
I prefer storm clouds
In summer
No matter what you do
I’ll take grey skies
Over blue

Tell me nothing’s wrong
Listen to my song
It’s full of murder

I will not do
Anything I wouldn’t choose
Nothing left to lose
Except myself

Are you
Having the time
Of my life
While I perfect
My cruel paradise

Are you
Watching me
Wasting my life
Revealing the world
As a fools paradise

© 2007, Mosquitobyte