Standing in the middle of nowhere I remember that at the end of this dusty road, there are poor lights flickering resembles my insides because of old times (Oh! why is it still lingering?) Spelling 'I knew it! They're lying!' Using cryptograms as dancing lights to disguise the warning
And now i'm back in this alley When did these things started bleeding the royal color? backwards, i'm walking in roses and rubies and crimson reds from myself and really? what's with these shattered glasses? I think it's lousy to hide the lilacs and blue tulips within
Violets and blues are not blurring my views It's like the red and green of my worlds i made up for years these places are soft like the grasses where you lay down after a pouring rain and a pavement where you sit after the april sun shines on it I'm lost in the the way it could go back and forth
And behind these places is where i'm really a part of is a fever dream even with the daylights on A forest that is made with hollywood signs Hazy, defeaning, pretentious but real A storm in mid-september that is going on for years
**wishing my raisins out there a life where you wanna stay!