im glad, no im sad
Im missing you badly
Almost like a Bradley when he's not home but that's still happy
Because mostly he's underwater with his thoughts in abyss.
With my mind full of bliss I sit and I just
Conjure things,  ponder things
Summon, yes  im conjuring
Rotten feels like cotton in the fire
While it's burning..it's my feelings.
It's what I feel when I sit beside the jetty..or the beach.

Sometimes you just can't love the streets
In London at midnight
You just have to stay happy with what you keep
Because what you withhold is generally what you tend to be
A Reincarnation of the sea

Because of height and momentum Because of height and momentum
Makes the world a little dim
Makes it cold before it spins
Because of height and momentum And a little bit of gin
Makes you dim before you win
Floral soul Bleeding in him