Existence is trying, I'm cysteine creme crying
The cracks in my iPad are living then dying
I must be dreaming, my tears they are streaming
As I sit and stare snowflakes into the ceiling
Ah
The colours are popping, these visuals aren't stopping
My head it is soaring, my body is dropping (to the floor)
Sea lion seaweed with grey mottled linseed
Jumps out at my face from inside the TV
Real life is too much for me
This life is too much for me
If I could live just in between
That would suit me completely
There's things in my blood that there
Shouldn't be and I'm kind of scared
If my parents could see me now
If my parents could see me now then they'd be proud
I must be dreaming, my cells they are screaming
As I sit and stare snowflakes looking up at the ceiling