It's times like these I wish I had
Some common sense left inside of my head
I should have known this would never work out.
I just want to be a part of something beautiful

Vibrations, tongue and cheek,
What words are worth to even speak anymore?
In bed by eleven again
I hope to disappear in the mattress
I hope when I fall asleep
The pillow eats my teeth.
Warm color schemes, mostly red
Like a flower without it's nectar.

It's a planet you know,
It's where we plant and watch ourselves grow.
Up
Up
Out.
Whats the point of beauty if we all look the same?