Work I don't hate this placeI just wannaget away;there's no Southwestflight to that patchof freedom where I want to be
Change I struggle to seepast the exhaustionblanketing me;I've made my bedI can chooseto lie elsewhere
Tension tension lurksbeneath the surfaceof each interaction,waiting for the slightestprovocation to burstupon the scene;can you bean agent of peacein a world eagerto go mad