Cliche Ridden - Kins

I’m taking my body back to the sand

Ain’t nobody gonna be holding my hand up

Oh no

I’m living life on the edge of the night

Cliche ridden, mundanity (unknown) on and on

I turned it inside out and outside in

I’m left with paranoia, people looking into my suitcase

Criticising prophecy, I’m on my high hopes

If I fall off now I’m far far worse