Routine

Within this illusion that someday we will be okay
We hope for a new day
A newborn, a new routine
It's like trying to fix you by breaking your heart in two
Becoming a robot, becoming a new machine

We get used to drinking coffee fast
Watching the billboards blocking the sunset
We get used to waiting and waiting
And in the end she says? tonight? I can? t go?

Why to choose happiness if depression is also an option?

You can build a heart using engines and batteries
But this thing will still be a lifeless and cold machine
A tastless mouth with softless skin in a soulless body
Becoming you, becoming me to finally nobody

We get used to drinking coffee fast
Watching the billboards blocking the sunset
We get used to waiting and waiting
And in the end she says? tonight? I can? t go?

Why to choose happiness if depression is also an option?