I taught myself in a dream
This life is finite
You cannot live on a lean
So take it wide-eyed
When you are thinking back
Don't wish you made time
My fears are stitched on my wrist
I watch them bleed slow
I dug myself a ditch
Quite fine if I may say so
My hair smells of my thoughts
Clearly confusion
All I know is I'm not
Wrong to amuse them