out of your fingertips it flows the dark blue river to swallow the sun and destroy the paper towns you could never bond with the simplicity of things, neither with the universe nor with yourself so you try to let the flood decide over what‘s going to vanish and what‘s going to stay
My drenched socks the cold rain the music playing our overcast sky outside, on the rooftop without any warmth just the endless darkness of life all wrapped up in my little brain and my throat hurts but my breath still forms white wisps and I couldn‘t be more dead at least for tonight because tomorrow I will even die twice
Suddenly the sun has gone Away from the lilac skies The sky's black-blue Suddenly the sun has gone Away from the lilac skies The sky's black-blue I've caught the flu I've caught the flu of wintertime
Incandescence through chlorophyll Visible via the clouds of mist Dew on leaves Woolen skin and Leather gloved fists
New flowers bloom Dawn's the age of gloom The merry days of Yuletide And the days of never-ending nights
Darkened alleys Seem like mountain valley My nose can't smell My throat can't speak Like the desert my skin is dry
Fiery heaven These campfires Peanuts roasting I can hear their noise
O! These days of sickened voice. I've caught the flu of wintertime
Incandescence through chlorophyll Visible via the clouds of mist Dew on leaves Woolen skin and Leather gloved fists
New flowers bloom Dawn's the age of gloom The merry days of Yuletide And the days of never-ending nights
Darkened alleys Seem like mountain valley My nose can't smell My throat can't speak Like the desert my skin is dry
Fiery heaven These campfires Peanuts roasting I can hear their noise
we will count the stars tonight, even if the sky is veiled by bitter dust he is just the same as you and me, an emotionally neglected living being fed by the hungry eyes of little, unlined people who are willing to give