suffocated mannequins

I’ve come to live like a vampire in here in this messy room

 With so many dreams they stifle my resolve

So are my problems solved?

I hold my breath until I’ve got it figured out

Why everything’s so loud, but not loud enough for the important ears to hear

I smoke too much and don’t drink enough, and my one friend drinks far too much

But I feel more comfortable ignoring them

While my foolish charms go up in smoke with one last toke

It’s all a fucking disease It all appears so simple to me why I’m so free I cannot breathe

Vainly snapping fingers like an army of their mannequins