Surrounded by the up close faces
Blood vesicles clogged up my patience
Spaces between real or flying
So many pieces to pick up off of the floor
Tomorrow misses now
I'm gonna be my who
If i flow with the go
I'm gonna find my you
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Painted pupils red lips colored
Sitting on a bench likes she's waiting for her mother
These fall trees recycle their leaves
In front of a home in which she could never sleep
Tomorrow misses now
I'm gonna be my who
If i flow with the go
I'm gonna find my you
Whisper me a symphony
One ombre afternoon
Found me painted in the
Walls of an empty room
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh