Zophia Dadlez - Earthquakes

You sleep through the earthquakes on each rare occasion
You make your way back to your bed
It's never about you but oh how the world it shakes
Under your feet with regret
Cursing the rain with such indignation
Dreaming of grand presidents
Rife with impatience, circling drains
And making your way to your bed

And if you can't tell, i'm the steel house that holds you
And you keep on asking to weigh on my bones
But one day it will fold

Rot at the core of it, soft egomaniac
Let it all go to your head
It's always about you, wanting to watch
How the world might shake under your hand
And i could ask you what you need
But i don't want the truth to be me
Checking out to get some rest
And i dreamt the plane fell in the lake again

And you know damn well that i'm stuck on the tarmac
But you keep on asking me when i'll be home
You keep calling and calling and begging for answers
To questions i don't even know

I've got to go
And in your world i'm not my own

Keep telling me that you mean well
While living in your heart shaped hell
I don't know who i am
So how could i dare be myself

Written by:
Zophia Dadlez

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