Left the keys On the shelf
Talking to My own self
Curtains drawn Halfway down
Silence is The loudest sound
Coffee cup Stains the wood
Misunderstood But it's good
Clock is ticking Off the beat
Watching people On the street
Everything is moving slow
Like a movie that I know
Frames are skipping one by one
Before the day is even done
Maybe I'm just In Soft Focus
Blurring out the things that choke us
Zooming in on Tiny lines
Reading all the Hidden signs
Not asleep Not awake
Giving what I cannot take
Just a pattern On the floor
Don't ask me for Anymore
Paper thin Walls are white
Morning fades Into night
Static noise On the screen
Painting blue Painting green
Words are heavy Air is light
Nothing wrong Nothing right
Spinning in A velvet chair
Going here Going there
Maybe I'm just In Soft Focus
Blurring out the things that choke us
Zooming in on Tiny lines
Reading all the Hidden signs
Not asleep Not awake
Giving what I cannot take
Just a pattern On the floor
Don't ask me for Anymore
Yeah
It’s blurry
But I like it
Soft focus
Just drifting
