The Devil

The devil and angel on my shoulders are holding hands behind my back
Oh well, I can’t change how they feel
The absence of truth through their consummation was expected, but damn I hoped
that making them bump would do something for relations
I think I
Made a mistake
Cause everything’s
Looking pretty great
And it wasn’t perfect I could tell
The white wallpaper slowly browned
And as it peeled and fell to the ground
The earth was exposed as itself
Catching my mind in the strangest places, like visions of a temperate kind of
hell
Amenities and drinks in frosted glass
The sun in my eyes and my heart so full, I can’t tell if it’s tight from fear
or love
The mystery’s alluring and all
But I’d like to know how to feel
I think I’ve
Made a mistake
Cause everything’s looking pretty vague
It feels like a lifetime on some different timeline
I’m there; in my clothes, in my skin, on my phone
It’s me
None of my history, feels like a part of me or my life
But my feet touch the floor on the earth like before
The devil and angel on my shoulders are holding hands behind my back
Oh well, I can’t change how they feel