Back, it’s really dark and heavy
Why, I’m feeling, at least, I’m pretty
Limit, relevant, common sense
Portuguese, cinnamon, heaven sent
Head in the corner of the room
Mixed up my shoes and boots
And I can never turn away
From the pain of what I’m saying
I’m
Being
Then
you?
Who ****
my
at, looking
Couldbe, hey
I, do I?
I who to
Looking at, looking
couldbe,
Then what am to be?
Made it look pretty in my dreams
me soul, give your reference
Give me your give your face
Give your name
it’s
looking couldbe,
Who do do
can’t know
If it too
I can’t
it’s
Then I making of me
In the corner of the
machine lose
I can never away
everyone I
can’t
Then
are
the are you?
It’s
couldbe
Who I, who I?
I don’t know to
Looking looking at
couldbe
can’t
Then the am I to?
already living in
me your give your role
Give your face
me
the like it’s
looking
Who do do I?
I, do I?