Composed automatically to Chamber of Reflection by Mac DeMarco.
I’m so exhausted, you have no idea—
consciousness hangs like a heavy shawl;
trawling does nothing for me really—
is disappointment now sweeter with time?
Words read aloud with vacant drawls
now becomes the norm, alone, so bored,
burdened by twenties; gotta make it out;
it’s all so fleeting, it was easier being in love,
It’s all so fleeting, it was easier falling in love.