The Sensory Dispensary

Sometimes I hate feeling invisible, sometimes it is the only way I can survive.

That there, that’s not me
I go where I please

I walk through walls, I float down the Liffey
I’m not here, this isn’t happening
I’m not here, I’m not here

In a little while, I’ll be gone
The moment’s already passed
Yeah, it’s gone and I’m not here
This isn’t happening

I’m not here, I’m not here
Strobe lights and blown speakers
Fireworks and hurricanes
I’m not here, this isn’t happening
I’m not here, I’m not here