She walks in 8's 'til down the sun
Long gone day, shift done
Hand scoots to 9 one crawls to 12
Arriving to the hour she loves
Does she run from the locs? yeah nova, i said it
Will she run in 8's? oh yeah, i'll bet it
I watch her leave, she does not run
Instead she just walks in 1's
She walks 8's for hours and ponders why she's doing this, she wants to die
Day dream fantasies arise, a craving for her own demise
Ephemerally home she trips into bed
Falls into a slumber and dreams of red
Wakes to the same realizing she's late
She runs in 1's so she can walk in 8's.
Day dream fantasies arise, a craving for her own demise
At the possibility of heaven, perhaps a chance to walk a 7
Or if to remain in hell, a pipe dream to walk an eleven
It'd be better than walking in 8's, the potholed path that she hates.
She takes a spin 'cause fuck this place
Rewound to tears, emotionally maced
Occupation wheel stops on whore
New hopes this grind wont be such a fucking bore