Flood Of '93

Exit only lifestyle, strip malls and fluorescents.
Simpler times yield simpler problems, missing teeth and phantom limbs.
Do you sleep well at night with the hum of transistors and artificial light,
with the whir and the lifeless drone?
Welcome home.
Where the bed’s not made to circumnavigate.
Where the floors don’t swell.
The garbage won’t take out itself.
Shit got real this time.
Show me yours, I’ll show you mine til I’m choking.
Common courtesy to dictate how I hide my vice away.
Don’t think me weak — we’re all cowards in different ways.
So maybe all the cold sweat and choking fear’s not right.
You live with yours, don’t fucking take away what’s mine.
Exit only lifestyle.
Simpler times yield simpler problems.