Settling

For want of another, it’s fucking gunning for you.
It’s ancient history but we’re fucking learning from it.
Don’t wanna think about it.
Something’s wrong, I think it’s settling in.
But I still think about it, always wanting another.
Back in a different life I used to know to some form of happiness.
A lust that I’ve forgotten.
It’s settling like a freight train over, it’s settling in like a bullet to the
head.