A False Sense of Significance

Oh now I see how it is

I won’t take this personally

You rocked me to sleep

Then you shook me awake from my dreams

Stain my lungs flood my brain

It’s nice to know I’m getting that much closer

When I’m gone what remains

I’m growing more curious

Are you through yet

Are you satisfied with what you’ve done

Are you through yet

Did you break me down enough

Powdered and strewn on the floor

To be washed away with the rain

Static I stare in confusion

Transfixed on this sickening view

With my dinner plate brimming

I quietly beg to be excused

Stain my lungs flood my brain

I like how it feels to be that much further

While I’m here what could I change

I’m only so curious

Are you through yet

Are you satisfied with what you’ve done

Are you through yet

Did you break me down enough

Powdered and strewn on the floor

To be washed away with the rain