From the Towers to the Tenements

So what if you want to dream of the future
Will that make anything worse?
I'm fed up with the blinds
And all those tired and lazy lines

Harboring emotion
Like it's a precious commodity
False friendly to myself
I'm not asking for your help

Readily collecting excuses
Plunging lower into sleep tides
I've made myself unavailable
Less able to be anything

My face the face of me is different
The facade is broken, air let out
Be on your toes, on a shadow of yourself
And try to salvage this last bout

Days go by and days go by
What did I do wrong today?
A sparkling bag of emotions
Has got me stuck beside myself

This is the everyday and element
From the towers to the tenements
This is the everyday and element
From the towers to the tenements