Asleep on a Bus - 07.10.2024

Grey skies and buildings flying past my eyes
Teardrops covering surveillance cams
They've got my number, but I don't care
	They'll find me, if they dare
Feels like I'm falling, can't see the bottom
Sounds played on repeat, over and over
Smells of all sorts of exotic food
	A culture chopped and screwed
A daily paper appears on my laps
A city's on fire, somewhere out there
It's not us, so it's perfectly fine
	Because who needs a spine?
My body - torn apart, my brain - a mess
But I can't complain, I live like a king
The Queen may be dead, but I'm still here
	Survived another year
The red double-decker keeps rolling on
Steady as she goes, with us at the top
All's well, but I'd rather be elsewhere
	This ride is a nightmare