I'm afraid i'll meet infinity
The sugar cube, the laced veneer
Float above this tiny city
I see a house
I see a bird
An inventory of your memory
Is it still the same as yesterday
A simple useless allegory
My mist believes every lie
Possessing bright subderrmal beacons
Warding off the blurred attack
Eating crickets off windshield
My stomach full
My hair is combed
We all elected a new passenger
Who has a foot
But has no legs
If I drink, I die
I eat, I am fine
What am I?
It's so pretty what you did for me
It's so pretty what you did for me
Burn every molecule inside of me
It's so pretty what you did for me