The days of the week bleed together like watercolor memories of a clumsy painter.
Find your question,
Solve your puzzle.
Make yourself shine in a box of dull lightbulbs
"I was born into a floating sphere in space,
And I'm not sure what to make of this place."
So what the hell am I here for?
And what am I thinking?
I'm in a generation that just can't stop screaming.
But I'm still standing.
Aug 7, 2012
Aug 7, 2012 at 5:47 AM UTC
The days of the week bleed together like watercolor memories of a clumsy painter.
Find your question,
Solve your puzzle.
Make yourself shine in a box of dull lightbulbs
"I was born into a floating sphere in space,
And I'm not sure what to make of this place."
So what the hell am I here for?
And what am I thinking?
I'm in a generation that just can't stop screaming.
But I'm still standing.
