Magically there is nowhere to be, infinite but dull in certain light, just to sleep at night
I can always shy the basement days away, stretching thin, a horizontal plane
Its plain to see, its a bore to breathe
Its adorable, inconsolable, lets f*cking freeze frame the memories and only choose Extremes, and its okay, count my lovely white lies, dreams of dreams
Aging webs and rusted eyes, i whisper wishes to happy ghosts and go blind in stereo Take a nap halfway up the coast