On the road

Static in the way you move,

Pretty sure you hit the bottom,

got hairline fractures in your mood,

your words form rows and columns,

the mirror betrays you,

laughs at your lack of control,

waiting for the sky to sing,

this was never meant to be your role,

a rockstar meant to be,

the lifestyle is your goal,

everybody flowing in patterns around me,

letting my self take the toll,

I don't care how many days I've lost,

I want to fit the mold,

the high plans to never stop,

I am mindlessly digging a hole,

Me and you happen to be the same,

we have the same fucking soul,

We play the same game,

me and you,

we buy what we are sold.

"Yeah, we always go to the after parties, why not y'know?"