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ANOMALY

Whatever happened to culture? 

I was never an expert but I miss it.

The soul shaking thrill of it, the unfailing belief in it - 
 

Not this thin veneer that everyone accepts

As a popular version of an old concept. 

All hollow inside, so much emptiness to go round.

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The emptiness inside grows larger than your body. 
 

Pushes against your skin, swallows the light from your eyes,

Looks for warmth in others to despise.

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To despise.

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Then one day you wake up and you find

You've been replaced by someone with a similar face 

But who is a much nicer person.

 

And he does all the right things,

He's so charming,

He makes it all look easy.

And I could see if he was me I'd be happy...
 

Friends gravitate to 'me',

With happy memories,

He makes it all look...

So easy.

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I am the background noise,

I am the background hum

Of someone watching everything

Come undone.

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And when I leave the building I feel nothing,

I don't know why,
Planes were painting bars

Across the sky.

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I am the background noise,

I am the daily hum

Of someone watching everything

Come undone.

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Come undone.
 

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