Its one of those weird, floaty days,
When nothing feels right,
When my arms feel like a costume,
They hang loose, not tight,
When this body of meat i wear,
Drags heavy, not light,
And I’m looking out another’s eyes,
This isn’t my sight.
I hate feeling big, bull in shop,
my skull rattles round,
I wish the sloshing sound would stop,
Every doorway too small,
I turn and from the desk things drop,
My flesh a jacket,
Handed down, too large it still flops,
These days when my skin just wont fit.