PS3 whispers in the background interrupting the melodies singing from my laptop
Eyes sting with a form of tiredness and I ignore the clock shouting out a lateness
This is my time trapped in a mode of chill
Whilst the sofa sighs under the dead weight of my butt and caresses its fat
My head nods to a voice gritty and soulful
I smile at my throat trying to get sore and throw me off track
Sickness not welcome not tonight anyhows
Leave me in peace so I can chill to music
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