focus is lacking in this life I've been packing
I'm going on a trip out of my mind
and I'll take a gun, you know I've fired one?
but, only at tin cans, aluminum, to be exact.
Even so, the tin man would be okay -without a heart I'd say.
To live outside of feeling would be to dream and not wake up
to this nightmare
but then again we find our blood sometimes just to know if we are real
we take the pain sometimes to remember how to feel.
I'd rather bleed than love, to believe the painful conspiracies rather than what you might think of me.
What if I told you that this was all a dream?
Theres only you, there isn't me.
Why wouldn't you run and scream?
I'm not broken, I'd just rather not believe in me.
I'd not waste the postage on such a thing.
If the world is flat and everything is fake, am I here, or is this just a poker face?
Seven different puzzles, four different pieces, read them in fragments
oh -you'll never understand.