Maybe I could use a little break
give and take
But it keeps taking making me see
a little Clearer in the mirror who I'm looking at.
Picture that picture this bliss aybss
where No one is missed just forgotten brain rotten
To the floor junkies with the drugies by the door
Doing whatever it takes to soar
But where are they flying to?
I guess we'll never know
Maybe somewhere warm for this heart that's cold