You're on your back
Deciphering the clouds
I am the one like an airplane
Smoke in my mouth
And music on my breath
To everything a season (turn turn turn)
Oh please leave, please leave
You've time to retreat
It's coming off, I just need some more time
I am staring at a bookcase
stereotype the posters on your wall
I am going through yer motions
I inhale exhale and watch hands turn pale
and I could save you but I choose not to
I am in the clouds so I cannot walk home
Please get me out,
It's a bad way
Bad way
