Accommodate

Found myself in a scene Told my friends how you made me They let you stomp in still Kept you around against my will No one will listen, no one will talk I had to leave just to hear my thoughts My body is a burden I'm always yearning To be less accommodating To say loud how I'm feeling A brief breath of safety Disturbed by a series of break-ins Spills out brain onto the plate and Serves to host but one party Where the air hits invisible A spot so thin it's miserable Tries to carve a place to escape But holes out in a wholly unholy place You could hardly hear them crack Crashed down onto concrete so vast --- Accommodate - Frankie Cosmos