What's the best way to let off steam

Should I count all my failures

Whiskey soaked while I'm falling asleep

Not something I can't shake off

In my morning apology to myself I wonder why

I let myself be the worst thing to me

I tend to a dreamless garden

Drown roots of a future ahead

Fantasy standing on its own

Built by boredom of strangers

Break some bread with anyone who listens

In no rush to cast off clouds

I let myself be the worst thing to me

I tend to a dreamless garden

Drown roots of a future ahead

What I need

I cannot exprеss

What I need

I fear has gone