I dunno this was fun to type

Give me that towel, that bed sheet, that t-shirt, those clothes.
GIve me that shoelace, that wooly hat, that scarf, those robes.
Just give me something, something thats clean, something that's white
I need to wave it around if its white, if its colourful il wear it.
It's help cover up the real me, become someone else, become hidden, become a disguise.

No fuck it, take back all those items, im me, im real, im alive.
Fuck it, not enough time, not enough strength, can't be bothered to try.
Or maybe im strong enough, im moving on, the past has gone.
I've given my all, I'm looking ahead, I'm saying fuck it.
Losing touch of myself, losing touch with my friends, whys it been so damn long?

Is this my job, my life, my future, my world?
It doesn't have to be, don't lose touch of my goals.
Focus on me, the future, my passion, my love.
The past is gone, its left us behind, but we made it.
The future is ours now, the pasts what it is, the present is enough.