I know so,e travelers who
Want me to move thousands of miles away from you
I’m so afraid, you don’t even know
I feel apathetic, rotting in the womb
All I’ve never known has been scarce
(My lungs only barely seeing air)
I’m afraid to rot like those minds
Have you met me? Have the years been kind?
I hope Colorado treats my art better
I just want love regardless of weather
I want the Divine above all else
Thought I was awake, now I’m in Hell
Weird socializing when God is everyone, well
I’ve got too many stories I’d love to tell
I cry all the time, more or less swell.
I have no one to turn to, only half reflections
Ugh, I’m such a simple whore for half affection
I’m just wanting one with whom to sing The Strokes
Before long, in Underworld with all those dead folks
Different definitions of of now and then, woke.
