SEVEN

Seven days left until the flood gates

Seven needles try to keep your neck straight

Have you been drinking from that mythological mug?

The one that’s shaped like a dove

That you bought from that store on the corner

And now I’m talking to myself again

I mean it’s really quite remarkable

That you can trick your mind and play pretend

I mean that’s only hypothetical

I put the pressure on

I keep running on

Towards the things I wanted

But now I know I don’t need them

Try it make it better with a cupcake

But life is so much better without constraints

It isn’t criminal

It only softens the blow

Whatever opens the door

Whatever closes it won’t stop the bleeding

And now I’m talking to myself again

No it isn’t that original

And if it’s ends up being heaven sent

I’m gonna count my blessings

I put the pressure on

I keep running on

Towards the things I wanted

But now I know I don’t need them

No I don’t need them

Oh no