i live in orange clouds hovering above beautiful meadows
i ride the train to my city to admire the lights and loud cars
i carry a dozen cigarettes to pass the time until the blue lane arrives
at times I ***** for no reason
I feel like the sky is the only thing that preexist
I roam the crowded streets and sacrilege
im aware of consequences, but a ***** fell off a while back when I cared about a lot
im somewhat double ******* things now
through broken windows I see