Sat in a room
And feeling disjointed
About parallels
Angels and Angles
While outside the world keeps going
Because it won't™t stop just for me
And I know the phone will wring
My neck
Tiptoes touch the floor
Flat words leak across my lips
While no-one else feels this disjointed
About parallels
And the Angels and Angles of the physics of things
So, you know
The day passes on
And I can watch the sun strip away the colours
Of the walls
And the smell of bacon and rain
Reminds me of the cluttered cloakrooms from my past
With the damp smell of boots
And time passing so slowly
Because we couldn't tell it yet
And now I am scared
Because of how much time I have lost already
Not how much more I have to lose
And then I won't worry about
The Angels and the Angles of things
Because you can'™t really worry when you're dead
Can you?
