Does it really matter, if
You remember my sweet innocence..
When I'm getting high
And the sky is falling
And I'm searching for your
Elegance..
.
I feel like I've been living in a shell..
Where nothing really matters much..
But I'm getting high..
And I'm getting low..
Everyday..
With someone new..
Still wondering..
And escaping through..
These broken paths..
And those broken homes..
.
So, if you're getting lost..
And feel like shifting through..
This mysterious life...
That we're cursed to follow..
We can be getting high..
Under the moon..
In the hallways of an old school..
Don't be afraid..
I'm here for good..