Cliche Ridden

I’m taking my body back to the sand
Ain’t nobody gonna be holding my hand up
Oh no
I’m living life on the edge of the night
Cliche ridden, mundanity (unknown) on and on
I turned it inside out and outside in
I’m left with paranoia, people looking into my suitcase
Criticising prophecy, I’m on my high hopes
If I fall off now I’m far far worse