Josh Peters - White Tile Culture Lyrics

Standing, in a courtyard
A picture, on a postcard
Helpless, the green grass wasn't true
Now I'm weary from a tax file
And we're so obsessed with textiles
And the sky faded from a pretty black to blue
Don't you know I'm not a romantic?
It's a broken up separated semantic
And don't pretend you're empathetic
I find peace in self-rejection
Cancer, radiation exposure
I guess I just wanted some closure
And I'm wondering, like a turnstile
Keepin' up, my first time in a long while
And it's hopeless, my flowers never bloom
Cause this garden was never watered
There's no life just sons and daughters
Of a world where the sky is always navy gray
And the clouds are only factory smokestacks
And the world we have is only a message
A telegraph
Why me?
Why are the streetlights gazing on my driving?
It's too late
Why am I waiting for the road to widen?
And why me?
And why is a picture depicting entire cities?
It scares me
This ugly setting