teatotaler

Steam curls up - I watch it thin. Sixty-seven kinds - I can't settle in. The shelf is a lineup of my quiet mistakes. I keep buying comfort - I don't know how to take. Water's going cold again Water's going cold again (Water's going cold again) (cold again) The tin from that trip, the bag from the store, the ones that i've ordered From this Chinese shop and the other. They sit like unread forewords. The one with the yellow lid, the 白毫银针, jasmine pearl, 生普洱. That twelved year old pressed 白牡丹 - I still don't know its liquor I lined them up like soldiers all over the shelves Thought the ritual will keep me - thought the habit was the cure But I am standing in the room at four PM sharp. And I didn't even start to decide, Which one to drink. I have no guide just an internal divide. The print says "放鬆" in a font that's trying too hard Don't even choose a 茶布, my resolution's too thin The harder I try I fall more far from 靜心 Water's ready for twenty minutes But I am cracking my digits the kettle keeps it boiling for thirty more then it gets cold but I'm already cold to my core Steam curls up. - I watch it thin. Ninety-seven kinds - I can't settle in. The shelf is a lineup of my quiet mistakes. I keep buying comfort - I don't know how to take. Water's going cold again Water's going cold again (Water's going cold again) I can feel the press on my chest from all the stress that I’m getting The chatter and clatter is getting fatter by the second I boast the most as I approach the new setting. New walls and an embrace I won't let go. Keys inmy pocket. I reap what I sow. The clatter in my skull is fat now. Getting slow. I scroll past the end times like they're ads for a show And the city keeps humming its gray grimy hum I zoom out - my body goes numb My eyes do that thing where they burn without crying And I let it happen - no point in trying To intervene, to be seen, to mean anything. The colours go soft at the edges, they sing. The strange colours disappear as I sink. Deeper than I think. I blink. Now I'm somewhere else. No aim and no address. Where lack of sound is solid and the quiet is cold caress. My ribs cage the heart that still holds, still pumps. My heart keeps the time, my blood pulses like bass My thoughts are still here. I cannot pass. I lay back - I don't need to be right I watch the ceiling blank, I improvise I want to lay still and shut my eyes Just kiss the sky Let me fly, into your mind and improvise...~ Steam curls up. - I watch it thin. Ninety-seven kinds - I can't settle in. The shelf is a lineup of my quiet mistakes. I keep buying comfort - I don't know how to take. Water's going cold again Water's going cold again (Water's going cold again) From up here: mountains just lumps of gray The people below are ants in a disorganized parade I can see my building - the window where I sat the cold cups still sitting on the shelf I am still here and I lost myself I want to go high to see it It looks so small - the whole thing, the whole ache But I will just lie for just a bit Steam curls up - I watch it thin. Sixty-seven kinds - I can't settle in. The shelf is a lineup of my quiet mistakes. I keep buying comfort - I don't know how to take. Water's going cold again Water's going cold again (Water's going cold again) (cold again) Overboiled. - I watch it die. Sixty-seven kinds - I can't make up my mind. The shelf is a lineup of my quiet mistakes. I keep buying comfort - I don't know how to take. I pour out - remember the wise word. Forgot to breath. My heart goes cold. I pour it down the drain. Fill the kettle again. Water's going cold again Water's going cold (cold again) Water's going cold Water's already cold (Water was always cold) (cold)