Habit

You're a habit though I habitually condone you,

Like a cormorant drying underneath the sea,

Fabricate you a false sense of belonging,

Nominate you and then you’re a nominee.

Dear decay, I’m done,

You’re gone and you’re gone,

I’m alone with no pain body in me.

You were the first one to square root me,

It was something of a banality,

So I suppressed you a cultural who’s who,

‘Til I felt dissected and alone in the lea.

Dear decay, I’m done,

You’re gone and you’re gone,

I’m alone with no pain body in me.

Always endorsed a life of parallels,

Running circles in the realm of debris,

Around the same crowds I now just take the over-ground,

Like a cormorant drying underneath the sea.

 

Dear decay, I’m done,

You’re gone and you’re gone,

I’m alone with no pain body in me.

Dear decay, I’m done,

You’re gone and you’re gone,

I’m alone with no pain body in me,

I’m alone with no pain body in me.