Green screen
Fabricated breeze
Inside a machine

Naive
Swallowed the keys
Drowning
In non existent seas

Didn't have magnets the papers taped to the fridge
A Temporary idea
That hasn't yet fell down
It was just a sketch
A box without a lid
A Temporary Idea for when nobody's around

Can you hear that sound?
I think I'm slipping to the ground

Today I wrote a note that shows
All my highs and lows
I guess the hurt will outlive me
But I won't be there to see

Sunny
Bread made out of honey
Age of forty
Death isn't funny

The subjects touchy
Just eat a cookie
And if you're lucky
You might get what you don't now replace might with won't

Woke up this morning didn't wanna get up
I said "fuck this shit cause I've had enough"
Nothing ever lasts
But yet I can't forget the past
I tell myself it's a feeling not a fact

Can you hear that sound?
I think I'm slipping to the ground

Today I wrote a note that shows
All my highs and lows
I guess the hurt will outlive me
But I won't be there to see

Surely there's a reason
Why we're still breathing
Just last another season
Now's not the time for leaving
I guess it's easy to assume
That for you there is no room

Today I wrote a note that shows
All my highs and lows
I guess the hurt will outlive me
But I won't be there to see