Reality Sinks

I used to believe
In just about everything
In karma and fate, and reincarnation
and everything sweet

But as I observed
Just about everything
From heartbreak and shame
to hunger and rape
and things that weren’t meant to be

I sunk in my reality
Down to the ground
Down to the ground

Lost in my reality
I can’t hear a sound

I’m taking it slow
And getting a tighter grip
There’s no more red lipstick
For this real sceptic
Just letting you know

So make what you will
Of your pretty pink fantasies
But while you sit waiting at the train station
I’ll be driving