I half laid my chips (2009)

I half laid my chips in a concrete bed of shit,
A signal, a fire beacon of a boy in distress and a girl called Deppressia.
Fit full fantasies of instantly making things better,
Not avoiding but conversating
To the ignorant you avoid.
This place is a palace of paranoia
And you, telling me tales of girls fucking boys
Who used to fuck me in a story from 100 times this year ago.
A confounded sense of feeling you made others feel how shit in turn I make you feel inside.
That head, of the high buzzed up.
I can feel my heart stop, balloon or whole for you.