I was feeling nostalgic for the days
when my thoughts dripped on to my head from the ceiling.
I remember the feeling of the museless existence.
Of the drunk, bored and listless, endless waiting for something
that I knew wasn't coming.
And it seems these days I'm captive in this borrowed time. (x3)
And it seems these days I'm captive in this
I was up to my neck in motivation neglect when
I felt soft waves of purpose crashing onto the surface.
I was feeling nostalgic for the days
when my thoughts dripped on to my head from the ceiling.
I remember the feeling
And it seems these days I'm captive in this borrowed time. (x3)
And it seems these days I'm captive in this
And it seems these days I'm captive in this borrowed time. (x3)
And it seems these days I'm captive in this