(2013)
white, white, white, white, white,… now the word sounds nice and weird… nice and weird and white. white weird. white is weird and people like whi…
Reflection taxation. My soul will not last along the burning bushes from my precocious past. We’ll travel far and sew
Surrender yourself. It’s like a movie. It’s all very real to me. And we’re all just a little confus… trying to figure things out.
who am I? who am I supposed to be? who am I supposed to meet? who am I? huddled in a shopping cart
I am unknown alone I sit on a watchtower for I am a wallflower and I let go
I saw the vee tree amongst blueberry skies. I don’t care how I die. Listen while I tell you because I have a lot to say
I find it strange that after all this change everything is the same. Disarm your firearms and in the bewildered estrangement…
Walk towards each other static tingles whiles sharp memories burn your tonsils. Don’t you know you’re not alone he… everything is alright