Distractors

Distractors I'm under the branches In the shadow of the tree, To listen to the tales of a long gone history. If you believe in revenging ghosts, from a lack of future you'll suffer the most. Out in the field looking for a trace of a kindred spirit or familiar face Trying to make sense of it all don't listen to distractors Why, we feel so rejected Try focus, we've got nothing left to loose I'm getting mixed feelings as I'm watching the screen Scrolling down this endless stream of misery. Remorse and regrets I get sidetracked all the time In a lapse of reason loosing control the pretty pair of truth or dare acts as if the devil may care