Low energy
I can keep my eyes closed all day long
Velvet thoughts always crashing into blue
Ribbons and love letters
There's a puddle from the air conditioner
Green light blinking out in the midwest
Interface across interstates
There's no sense anymore
Too busy letting old friends down
Dang im tired now
And i cant get my head out of these reoccurring dreams
There's some deja vu in the way you say hello
Thunderclouds and drinking champagne
In the slang church (Punk house?) basement
I swear to god i'm having deja vu again