half the credits go to Serginho Francisco Richards

What do you mean I'm not calm.
can't you see that by the knife,
clenched in my fists.
I'm perfectly calm.

Are you so slow or am I just pacing too fast?
Words keep spinning in my head, motions al blurred.
My heart's still racing but I guess I feel relaxed.
I'm totally fine, I'm perfectly calm.

come on stop screaming.
I'm oke, you're oke.
so now shut the fuck up.
we're both perfectly oke.

I'm telling you it's fine.
believe me there is nothing wrong.
it's just a flesh wound.
it wont last long.

now look at what you made me do.
I told you I wasn't angry,
so this is all on you.

You just kept on adding noises.
Purely to derail my train of thought.
I need a moment of solitude, a moment away from the voices
before this escalates more and more

I'm not shaking, I'm still brave
and you're alive,
so this here I'm digging
can not be a grave.

I'm perfectly calm, you're just unable to see
That what I choose to see is what's reality.

starting a new life on a tropical island

starting a new life on a tropical island? I wish!

but since I can't really just up and go do it,

I decided to write about it.

I call this one:

we came to relax

The ship landed on the docks

On deck it bears it’s tourist flocks

That makes attempts to leave

That screams and sigh’s and heaves

Standing in the monstrous crowd

A tiny boy, so young, so proud

From far away land and town

Coming here to settle down…